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

stepping out to answer his phone as it started to

chatted with Nathan, who was curious about how Felix got

, and he couldn't resist the urge

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

was, shopping for clothes for

stopped at

that store wasn't cheap either - a casual piece set her back 200.

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

splurged on that expensive gift for her; she felt obliged to

- Felix

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

without

smallest of gestures. As if afraid she'd

message.

buy it. Get yourself a

and now she was dressed in bargain-bin attire - something she

saying it made her

smile curled

[Thanks, honey.]

she was about to head inside, a snide voice reached her ears. It

barb.

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

new flame, aiming for another heir. Have you

now he's leveling up a new character, is

face darkened on spot, "What's

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

at the galas anymore. Look at what you've