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 he'd keep

phone as it started to ring - it

about how Felix got on with Carol

someone out of a TV , and

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

had talked about struggling with rent and yet, here she was, shopping

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

set her back 200. Carol's rent

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

had just splurged on that expensive gift for her; she

of a money transfer - Felix had sent her 5

bustle of the streets, drowned out

without this

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

message.

yourself a couple of outfits

in bargain-bin attire - something she had

saying it made

curled Carol's

[Thanks, honey.]

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

barb.

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

dad's looking for a new flame, aiming for another heir. Have you been

now he's leveling up a new

darkened on spot, "What's it to

clutching her designer bag, sneered at Carol's cheap

see Ms. Miller at the galas anymore.