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.

then hailed a cab to Nathan's

was 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

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

was a cramped mess, clothes piled on the couch

Felix made himself

to Carol tonight? Listina’s surgery can't wait any

"No, tomorrow."

tonight and hadn't broached the subject

a few months now; she really likes you. If you

usually

stubbing out

the doc. We can get more meds

"Fine."

the ceiling. Ten minutes later, he

angry.

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

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

have to bring it

at noon, showing no signs of letting up by

restaurant tonight, watched the rain and was

similar storm without a

attentiveness, the weather dredged

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

entrance, hoping

but the rain's too heavy;

but he doesn't

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