Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix had already taken the medication. His eyes twinkled as he scooped her up in his arms and made his way to the bed. The night

was still a whirlwind of activity.

Carol rose early for work, leaving the house before dawn crept over the horizon. Felix headed off to his own job.

At lunchtime, he stopped by to see Listina. Her cheeks were rosy today; a subtle, persistent smile betrayed her good spirits.

"Felix, really, you shouldn't spend so much next time. I know money's tight for you."

He thought she was referring to the birthday gift and nodded, "It didn't cost much."

Liar, she thought. She had looked it up online; that skincare set was around 1.5 grand, a luxury she had never indulged in before.

"By the way, where's Nathan? I haven't seen him since my surgery. Was he busy?"

"He got sent off to Crystalbrook Valley for a while, but he's back now. Said he'd cby this afternoon."

"That's good. I've missed him. It's too bad I can't celebrate my birthday out with you guys. We could've gone to our favorite diner -

cheap prices and the owner's a gem."

Felix remained silent, pouring her a glass of water.

Nathan did show up that afternoon, his eyes full of mischief at the sight of Felix. The success of Listina's surgery was largely thanks

to the influence of the Miller family.

Carol probably still had no clue about the relationship between Felix and Listina. Nathan nudged Felix's shoulder in a conspiratorial

all but said he'd

stepping out to answer his phone

curious about how Felix got on with Carol behind closed

, and he couldn't resist the urge to

call, ending with a simple, "Carol, I really don't need it. Don't

talked about struggling with rent and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes for him at a mall. This time, Carol

any luxuries, and just stopped at a random clothes store

either - a casual piece set her back 200. Carol's rent

missed work, she was left with

gift for her; she felt obliged

of a money transfer - Felix

the hustle and bustle of the streets, drowned out by honking cars, Carol had an epiphany: she couldn't

without

too good to her, always touching her heart with the smallest of gestures. As if afraid she'd refuse

message.

Get yourself a couple of outfits

dressed in bargain-bin attire -

the night before, saying it made her skin itch. He

curled

[Thanks, honey.]

to head inside, a snide voice reached her ears. It was one of her

barb.

What're you doing hanging around

rumors true? I heard your dad's looking for a new flame, aiming for another heir. Have you been cast

up a new character, is

on spot, "What's

woman, clutching her designer bag, sneered at

but it'll be a shnot to see Ms. Miller at the