Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol stumbled backward, nearly tumbling onto the bed.

"Felix?"

Felix stood there, his face dark as a storm cloud, and after a moment, he strode towards the door.

Annoyance flared within Carol. She had grown used to his doting over the past few months. Sure, the first week had been rough,

but since then, he had been nothing but accommodating. And now, he pushed her and was about to storm off on his own.

"What's gotten into you? I get you a gift and you can't even pretend to be happy? Today's my birthday."

In years past, the Miller estate would've been decked out in splendor for her birthday, a term like 'Gatsby-esque' wouldn't have

been an overstatement.

And now, just asking a man to put on a uniform had him looking like she'd asked him to walk the plank.

Felix had reached the door, pausing only briefly at the mention of her birthday.

But it was just a pause; seconds later, he continued on to the living room and out of the house.

Carol was livid, even contemplating a breakup.

But then she saw the tidy house, the half-eaten cake in the fridge, and her anger subsided a bit.

It wasn't worth breaking up over. Felix was generally good to her.

Downstairs, Felix lit a cigarette, a rare indulgence as Carol detested the smell.

then hailed a

and buses

knocked on Nathan's door, which was promptly opened with a chuckle, "Coming to collect the

already. How frequent are you guys to run

on the couch

chaos, Felix made himself at hamong

tonight?

"No, tomorrow."

of medicine tonight and hadn't

together a few months now; she really likes

usually the

stubbing out his

We can get more

"Fine."

minutes later, he glanced

angry.

text her either, instead crashing on Nathan's couch for the

receiving a call from Listina who wished to

he'd have to bring it up with

showing no signs of letting up by

rain and was

he'd left her in a similar storm

recent attentiveness, the weather dredged up old

an umbrella. There were

entrance, hoping the rain would

girl said, "I called my boyfriend, but the rain's too heavy; he can't

but he doesn't want to cout in

don't you divorce him already? It's late, raining, and a husband should pick up his wife, for crying out loud. How stingy