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.

him, then hailed a

frugal, preferring subways and buses

opened with a

guys to run out

clothes piled on the couch leaving hardly any space to

made himself at hamong the

did you talk to Carol tonight?

"No, tomorrow."

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

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

types are usually the easiest to

remained silent, stubbing

called the doc. We can get more meds tomorrow

"Fine."

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

angry.

her either, instead crashing on Nathan's couch

receiving a call from

have to bring

torrential downpour began at noon, showing no signs of letting

tonight, watched the rain and was reminded of

a similar

recent attentiveness, the weather

hadn't brought an umbrella. There were none to spare,

entrance, hoping the rain would

my boyfriend, but the rain's too heavy; he can't

husband, but he

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