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.

alone in the shop, Carol's frustration and hurt grew.

[Break up!!!]

text than she saw someone approach with an umbrella. It was Felix. Noticing the message alert,

out his phone only to

retracted a

Felix quickened his pace to the diner's entrance, where Carol sat

his umbrella,

the absence

"Nonsense,

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

pride. So, you didn't expectto show up, and no one bothered to bring you

cheeks flushed with embarrassment

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

a tissue as he squatted down in front of her. "So, Ms. Miller,

shoulder?"

After all, she was really rich, so she didn't care about others saying

poor.

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

tears were for Felix. Despite their recent cold war, he had cfor her.

proof of his effort.

pants

"It's pouring."

or I'll get soaked too. Remember last time? I ended up

her the umbrella, "Hold

"Sure."

as she closed the diner and Felix crouched for her to climb

you're not planning to carryall the way home,

too much. There's always

comfortably on his back, she held the

know what, it's quite comfortable to be carried by you.

sitting in a Maserati."

chuckled, "As if you had sat on