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.

at him, then hailed a cab to

frugal, preferring subways and buses over the expense of

which was promptly opened with a chuckle, "Coming

you guys to run

a cramped mess, clothes piled on the couch leaving

chaos, Felix made himself at hamong the

did you talk to Carol tonight?

"No, tomorrow."

of medicine tonight and hadn't broached the

together a few months now; she really likes you. If you ask, she won't refuse.

types are usually the

stubbing

yawned, "I called the doc. We can get

"Fine."

eyes, staring at the ceiling. Ten minutes later, he glanced at his phone. No messages from Carol—she must

angry.

text her either, instead crashing on Nathan's couch

Felix was off to his job, receiving a call from Listina who wished to see

and he'd have to bring it up with Carol

at noon, showing no signs of

tonight, watched the rain and was

a similar storm without a word,

recent attentiveness, the weather dredged up old

restaurant closed at nine, and Carol hadn't brought an umbrella. There were none to spare,

hoping the

rain's too heavy; he can't make it.

he doesn't want to cout

him already? It's late, raining, and a husband should