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.

chain-smoked, restlessness gnawing at him, then hailed a cab to Nathan's

was usually frugal, preferring subways and

was promptly opened with a

already. How frequent are you guys to run out so fast? Damn,

on the

Felix made himself at hamong

you talk to Carol tonight?

"No, tomorrow."

expected to run out of medicine tonight and hadn't broached the subject with Carol

together a few months now; she really likes you.

types are usually the easiest to

silent, stubbing

doc. We

"Fine."

later, he glanced at his phone. No

angry.

didn't text her either, instead crashing on Nathan's couch

job, receiving a call from Listina who wished to see him. Her

was urgent, and he'd have to bring it up

downpour began at noon, showing no signs of letting up by

at the barbecue restaurant tonight, watched the rain and was

her in a similar storm without

his recent attentiveness, the

umbrella. There were none to spare, and the staff, including

the entrance, hoping the rain would

too

but he

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