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

stepping out to answer his phone as

was curious about how Felix got

TV ,

simple, "Carol, I

and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes

luxuries, and just stopped at a random

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

1,000. After deductions for missed work, she was left with 700 - a tight situation

Felix had just splurged on that expensive gift for her; she

money transfer - Felix had sent

the streets, drowned out by honking cars, Carol had an epiphany: she

without

always touching her heart with the smallest

message.

buy it. Get yourself a couple

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

it made her skin itch. He

curled

[Thanks, honey.]

to head inside, a snide voice reached her ears.

barb.

doing hanging around this shop? Don't tellyou're actually shopping here? My God,

rumors true? I heard your dad's looking for a new flame, aiming for another

he's leveling up

face darkened on spot, "What's it to

her designer bag, sneered at Carol's cheap attire, gloating

see Ms. Miller at the galas