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 their

stepping out to answer his phone as it

who was curious about how Felix got on with Carol behind

of a TV , and he couldn't resist the urge

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

had talked about struggling with rent and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes for him at a

to buy any luxuries, and just stopped at

either - a casual piece set her back 200. Carol's rent was due next month,

missed work, she was

expensive gift for her; she felt obliged to reciprocate. Shortly after, her phone

transfer - Felix had

streets, drowned out by honking cars, Carol

without

to her, always touching her heart with the smallest of gestures.

message.

yourself a

she was dressed in bargain-bin attire - something she had complained to

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

curled Carol's

[Thanks, honey.]

reached her ears.

barb.

you doing hanging around this shop? Don't

flame, aiming for

leveling up a new

face darkened on spot, "What's it to

bag, sneered at Carol's cheap attire, gloating

it'll be a shnot to see Ms. Miller at the galas anymore. Look at