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.

gnawing at him, then hailed a cab

and buses over

door, which was promptly opened with a

already. How frequent are you guys

was a cramped mess, clothes piled on the couch leaving hardly any

Felix made himself

tonight? Listina’s surgery can't

"No, tomorrow."

run out of medicine tonight and hadn't

months now; she

usually

silent, stubbing

yawned, "I called the doc. We can

"Fine."

eyes, staring at the ceiling. Ten minutes later, he glanced at his phone. No messages from

angry.

her either, instead crashing on Nathan's couch for

job, receiving a call from Listina who wished to see

urgent, and he'd have to bring

at noon, showing no signs of

the barbecue restaurant tonight, watched the rain and was

in a similar storm without a word, breaking her

attentiveness, the

Carol hadn't brought an umbrella. There were none to

hoping

my boyfriend, but the rain's too heavy;

but he doesn't want

him already? It's late, raining, and a husband should