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 he'd keep

to answer his phone as it started to ring - it

who was curious about how Felix got on

TV , and he couldn't resist the urge to

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

about struggling with rent and yet, here she was,

stopped at a random clothes store at the

back 200. Carol's rent was due next month, and the total of her

work, she was left

she felt obliged

- Felix had sent

out by honking cars, Carol had an epiphany: she couldn't

life without

smallest of gestures. As if afraid

message.

buy it. Get yourself a couple of

was dressed in

the night before, saying it made her skin itch. He

curled

[Thanks, honey.]

her ears. It

barb.

isn't Carol. What're you doing hanging around this shop? Don't tellyou're actually shopping

new flame, aiming for another heir. Have you been cast

now he's leveling up a new character,

on spot,

designer bag, sneered at

business, but it'll be a shnot to see Ms. Miller at the galas anymore. Look at what you've been reduced to.