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.

and hurt grew. She grabbed

[Break up!!!]

saw someone approach with an umbrella. It was Felix. Noticing

out his phone

has retracted

Felix quickened his pace to the diner's entrance, where Carol sat alone, her face a storm

his umbrella,

noticing the absence

"Nonsense, I

are gone, but you're still here, waiting. And

up, and no one bothered

with

she had been isolated, more than she cared to admit. How did Felix,

squatted down in front of her.

shoulder?"

words. After all, she was really rich, so

poor.

and those people

were for Felix. Despite their recent cold war, he had cfor her. And despite the umbrella,

proof of his effort.

"Your pants are all

"It's pouring."

Remember last time? I

her the umbrella, "Hold this while

"Sure."

mood lifted as she closed the diner and Felix crouched for

the way home,

too much. There's

but nestled comfortably

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

sitting in a Maserati."

"As if you