Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix strolled back downstairs, his eyes catching Carol as she sat on a hospital garden bench, thumbing a response into her phone.

He ambled over, playfully ruffling her hair. Carol, sensing his approach, inhaled a teasing sniff.

"No wonder I always catch this sweet scent on you. You've been sneaking off to the hospital, huh? And here I was, worried you

might be having an affair."

She rose to her feet, looping her arm in his.

"A friend of mine said the new surgeon is flying in this week. He's gonna oversee your cousin's operation himself. It's all under

control."

"Okay."

"So, we heading home? I'm craving your pot roast, the kind that falls off the bone."

"Carol."

"What's up?"

She was lost in thoughts of food when he called her nwith such gravity. A pang of anxiety hit her; it sounded like he was about

to drop sserious news.

"Thanks."

It was nothing, really. Just a phone call for her. But if it meant she could wrangle a few extra home-cooked meals out of him, she

wasn't going to complain.

a quick hop, Carol piggybacked onto

are killing me. Carry me? Oh, and the nurse

head home."

she hummed a tune, resting her chin on

medical favor, she'd pulled strings with the Miller family, a mere mention to Abner that a friend was in need. Abner,

like when Maja

arrange it.

Felix had been run off his feet with hospital visits to Listina. Carol hadn't

even considered sneaking in to help out, knowing

her shift at the diner that afternoon, choosing to simmer

alone.

room. Listina's forehead creased at the sight

I thought I'd bring you sporridge. You haven't

are you to him, to

the hostility and Listina's blunt rudeness. The next thing

hurled her way.

said get lost! And stay away from Felix. Don’t call him that; you two are just colleagues. Remember your place

scram!"

on her forehead. She had only intended

rubbing her forehead, feeling like

on the phone with Felix, "Felix, that colleague of yours cby. She was

snonsense."

"What

to drag you down anymore. Felix, am I really such a burden? I don't want to be;

tears cthrough the phone, and

"I'll be right there."