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

subways and buses over

door, which was promptly opened with a chuckle, "Coming to collect the meds yourself,

guys to

mess, clothes piled on the

Felix made himself at hamong

you talk to Carol tonight?

"No, tomorrow."

medicine tonight and hadn't

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

are usually the easiest to

stubbing

the doc. We can get more meds

"Fine."

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

angry.

crashing on Nathan's couch for

was off to his job, receiving a call

was urgent, and he'd have to bring it

torrential downpour began at noon, showing no

at the barbecue restaurant tonight, watched the rain and was reminded of

similar storm without a word,

his recent attentiveness, the weather dredged

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

entrance, hoping the

rain's too heavy; he can't

but he doesn't want

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