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

usually frugal, preferring subways and buses over the expense of

knocked on Nathan's door, which was promptly opened with a chuckle, "Coming to collect the meds yourself, man? I

guys to run out

a cramped mess, clothes piled on the couch leaving hardly

chaos, Felix made himself at hamong the

tonight? Listina’s

"No, tomorrow."

tonight and

together a few months now; she really likes you. If you ask, she

are usually the easiest

silent, stubbing

the doc. We can

"Fine."

at the ceiling. Ten minutes later, he glanced at his

angry.

either, instead crashing on Nathan's couch

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

have to

at noon, showing no signs of letting up by

tonight, watched the rain and was reminded of her

similar storm

attentiveness, the weather dredged up

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

entrance, hoping the rain

rain's too

husband, but he

It's late, raining, and a husband should pick up his wife, for crying out