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.

gnawing at him, then hailed a cab to

usually frugal, preferring subways and buses over the expense of

was promptly opened with a chuckle, "Coming to collect the meds yourself,

frequent are you guys to

mess, clothes piled on the couch leaving hardly any space to

Felix made himself at hamong

Carol tonight? Listina’s surgery

"No, tomorrow."

tonight and hadn't broached the subject

now; she really likes you. If you ask, she won't refuse.

types are usually

stubbing out his

yawned, "I called the doc. We can

"Fine."

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

angry.

crashing on Nathan's

call from Listina who wished to see

have to bring it up with

began at noon, showing no signs of

barbecue restaurant tonight, watched the rain

then, he'd left her in a similar storm without a word, breaking her

his recent attentiveness, the weather dredged

umbrella.

the entrance, hoping the

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

called my husband, but he

don't you divorce him already? It's late, raining, and a husband should pick