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

preferring subways and buses over the expense

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

bottles already. How frequent are you guys to run out

was a cramped mess, clothes piled on

Felix made himself at hamong

talk to Carol tonight?

"No, tomorrow."

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

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

types are usually

remained silent, stubbing out his

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"Fine."

later,

angry.

didn't text her either, instead crashing on

receiving a call from Listina who wished to see

to bring it up

noon, showing no signs

barbecue restaurant tonight, watched the rain and was reminded of

a similar

attentiveness, the weather

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

entrance, hoping the rain

called my boyfriend, but the rain's too heavy;

he doesn't want to cout in

should pick