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

and buses

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

are you guys to run out so fast? Damn, I'm

mess, clothes piled on the couch leaving hardly any

the chaos, Felix made himself at

did you talk to Carol tonight? Listina’s surgery can't

"No, tomorrow."

tonight and hadn't broached the

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

are usually the easiest to

stubbing out his

We can get more meds tomorrow

"Fine."

minutes later, he glanced at his phone.

angry.

didn't text her either, instead crashing

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

to bring it up

began at noon, showing no signs of

at the barbecue restaurant tonight, watched the rain

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

the

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

the entrance, hoping the rain would

boyfriend, but the rain's too heavy; he

but he doesn't want to cout in

you divorce him already? It's late, raining, and a husband should pick up his wife, for crying out loud. How