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. She grabbed her phone and

[Break up!!!]

than she saw someone approach with an umbrella. It was Felix.

out his phone only

retracted

where Carol sat alone, her face a storm

shook his umbrella, "Let's

around, noticing the

cornered cat, "Nonsense, I get along fine with

still here, waiting. And you wouldn't askto

pride. So, you didn't expectto show up, and

with embarrassment

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

he squatted down in front of her. "So, Ms. Miller, you are crying over common folks giving you the

shoulder?"

tears weren't for the others’ harsh words. After all, she was

poor.

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

war, he had cfor her. And despite the umbrella, his trousers were

proof of his effort.

pants are all

"It's pouring."

soaked too. Remember last time? I ended up sick

her the umbrella, "Hold this while I

"Sure."

she closed the diner and Felix crouched

planning to carryall the way home, right? It's quite

too much.

comfortably on his back, she

what, it's

sitting in a Maserati."

"As if you had sat