Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

When Felix returned to the living room, Carol had already freshened up and was lounging on the couch, engrossed in the latest

reality TV show.

Walking over to the foyer, Felix tidied up his shoes, only to hear her call out, “Felix, I've got a gift for you today, too. Go take a

shower first.”

Skeptical, he showered and cback to find a designer suit laid out on the sofa.

He played dumb in front of Carol, pretending he didn't recognize the high-end brands. She really thought he was clueless, often

flaunting her expensive handbags worth a small fortune around him.

The clothes weren't cheap either; they were runway exclusives not yet available in stores.

“Try this on, I picked it up while passing by a boutique. I think it'll look smashing on you. Suit up and let's have sfun,” she said,

her eyes sparkling with anticipation, not realizing there was anything amiss in her request.

Carol was always straightforward with what she wanted. At first, she feigned modesty, but soon enough, she was directing him

with hands-on authority.

She grabbed the suit, clutching Felix's arm as they headed to the bedroom.

A delicate fragrance filled the room - her perfume.

Felix found himself seated on the bed as Carol pushed the designer threads towards him.

“Hurry up and change, I want to see.”

He was compliant in these matters, quickly slipping into the suit.

Felix was tall, and the suit highlighted his athletic build, complementing his demeanor perfectly.

Carol internally screamed with joy. Her taste was impeccable; the effort she put in chasing him was worth it - he was stunning!

She grabbed his tie, pulling him closer.

Playing along, Felix leaned in.

kneeling on one knee,”

hesitated for just a second before

raced as she placed

of buying every piece from that designer

knock-offs!

she was about to tease him, she felt him grasp her foot and

over Carol, and her cheeks

to play, like in the movies, but he was

in bed, always hiding his face

tonight I want to

his tie,

stiffened, slowly standing up. “I'll wash

not nervous, are

“No.”

and walked towards the

the closed door, he was pale

to take a few more, but

a text,

with question

choice but to

in

I can fly or something? Half an hour? Is Ms. Miller waiting

temple, the throbbing spread to

no

advance? This stuff needs days of notice, not available on demand. Maybe skip tonight, it

kill you.]

bathroom, Carol called out,

at her, “Just need to take

talking about taking

doubted Felix's prowess in bed, they often went all night,

was now really

“Carol, I..."

could finish, she tiptoed up and

but she

reluctance, Carol let

much for you these past months? Drained you dry? Maybe

darkened,

what's the matter? Felix, I love it when you wear

it's a waste