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 keep

phone as it started to ring - it

who was curious about how Felix got on with Carol behind

a TV , and

simple, "Carol, I really don't need

and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes

just stopped at a random clothes store at

set her back 200.

she was left with 700 - a tight situation

she felt obliged to reciprocate. Shortly

of a money transfer -

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

without this

the smallest of gestures. As if afraid she'd refuse

message.

it. Get yourself a couple

clothes had been repossessed, and now she was dressed in

made her skin itch. He had

smile curled Carol's

[Thanks, honey.]

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

barb.

What're you doing hanging around this shop? Don't tellyou're actually shopping

your dad's looking for a new flame, aiming for another heir. Have you been

leveling up a new

on spot, "What's it to

designer bag, sneered

my business, but it'll be a shnot to see Ms. Miller at the galas