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.

restlessness gnawing at him, then

frugal, preferring subways and buses over

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

How frequent are you guys to run

piled on the couch leaving hardly any space to

chaos, Felix made himself at

Carol tonight? Listina’s surgery can't

"No, tomorrow."

out of medicine tonight and

now; she really likes you. If you ask,

types are usually the

remained silent, stubbing out

doc. We

"Fine."

eyes, staring at the ceiling. Ten minutes later, he glanced at his phone. No

angry.

either, instead crashing on Nathan's

call from Listina who wished to see him. Her improving health meant

have to bring it up

torrential downpour began at noon, showing no signs

rain and

similar storm without a

recent attentiveness, the weather dredged up old

Carol hadn't brought an umbrella. There were

hoping the rain would

rain's too heavy; he can't make it. Toldto take a cab

called my husband, but he

and a husband should pick up his wife, for crying out loud. How stingy