Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol burst into laughter upon hearing the remark. There was a blush of embarrassment on the girl's face; her words had been an

exaggeration, and she knew it. But that didn't stop the others from chiming in.

"Seriously, Carol, your boyfriend is a real looker! He could give our high school quarterback a run for his money. Where on earth did

you find such a handsdude?"

Being complimented on her boyfriend's looks made Carol swell with pride. He was the man she'd fallen for at first sight, after all.

She was about to respond when the conversation took a sharp turn.

"Sure, he's easy on the eyes, but I heard he doesn't have a steady job. Always hustling with part-tgigs, probably scraping by,

right?"

"What a waste! If he cfrom money, he'd have a lot more options."

"With looks like that, I bet there's a line of sugar mamas ready to scoop him up. At least he seems loyal to Carol."

"What's loyalty worth these days? It doesn't pay the bills like a cool million would."

Carol wasn't particularly popular in this group. She'd taken this job just to appease Felix and hadn't bothered playing nice with her

coworkers.

Now, as they backhandedly insulted her, implying she was destined to a life of poverty, Carol felt each word like a dagger. She

wasn't bothered for herself—after all, she was genuinely wealthy and didn't care about being called a pauper.

But as the catty comments continued, one of the girl's boyfriend arrived, bringing a bunch of umbrellas with him. Everyone got

one, except for Carol. The man had intended to offer Carol one, but a stern look from his girlfriend made him awkwardly retract the

offer.

the shop, Carol's frustration and hurt grew.

[Break up!!!]

someone approach with an umbrella. It was Felix.

his phone only to

has retracted a

entrance, where Carol sat alone,

umbrella,

the

bristled like a cornered cat, "Nonsense, I

you're still here, waiting. And you wouldn't askto cget you, not

and no one bothered to bring

cheeks flushed with embarrassment

cared to admit. How did Felix, just a regular guy,

of her. "So, Ms. Miller, you are crying over common folks

shoulder?"

all, she was really

poor.

had no money and those people still said so, she would

Despite their recent cold war, he had cfor

proof of his effort.

"Your pants are

"It's pouring."

have to carry me, or I'll get soaked too. Remember last

handed her the umbrella, "Hold this while I

"Sure."

diner and

not planning to carryall the

much.

of disappointment, but nestled comfortably on his back, she held the

her butt moved. "You know what, it's quite comfortable to

sitting in a Maserati."

"As if you had sat