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

said

him, stepping out to answer his phone as it started to ring - it

who was curious about how Felix got on with Carol

like someone out of a TV , and he couldn't resist

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

rent and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes for him

to buy any luxuries, and just stopped at a random clothes store

a casual piece set her back 200. Carol's rent was due

1,000. After deductions for missed work, she was left with

on that expensive gift for her; she felt obliged to reciprocate.

- Felix had

amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets, drowned out by

without this

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

message.

buy it. Get yourself a couple

dressed in bargain-bin attire - something she had

saying it made her

curled

[Thanks, honey.]

a snide voice reached her ears. It was one of

barb.

well, if it isn't Carol. What're you doing hanging around this shop? Don't tellyou're actually

for a new flame, aiming for

and now he's leveling up a new character, is

darkened on spot, "What's

clutching her designer bag, sneered at Carol's

see Ms. Miller at the galas anymore. Look at