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

but said

out to answer his phone as it started to ring - it was

Felix got on with Carol behind closed

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

a simple, "Carol, I really don't need it. Don't buy it for

was, shopping for clothes for him at a mall. This time, Carol

buy any luxuries, and just stopped at a

casual piece set her back 200.

she was left

splurged on that expensive gift for her; she felt obliged

a money transfer - Felix

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

life without

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

message.

Get yourself a couple

was dressed in bargain-bin attire - something she had

it made her skin

curled Carol's

[Thanks, honey.]

inside, a snide voice reached her ears. It was one of her so-called socialite “friends”, always ready with

barb.

around this shop? Don't

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

leveling up a new

darkened on spot,

woman, clutching her designer bag, sneered at Carol's cheap attire,

Ms. Miller at the galas anymore.