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

that all but said

answer his phone

Felix got

like someone out of a TV , and

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

was, shopping for clothes for him

buy any luxuries, and just stopped at a random clothes

- a casual piece set her back 200. Carol's rent was due next month, and the total

deductions for missed work, she was left

gift for her; she felt obliged

transfer -

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

without this

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

message.

buy it. Get yourself a couple

in bargain-bin attire - something she had complained to

night before, saying it made her

curled

[Thanks, honey.]

reached her ears. It was one of her so-called socialite “friends”, always ready

barb.

doing hanging around this shop? Don't tellyou're

new flame, aiming for another

up

face darkened on spot, "What's

clutching her designer bag, sneered at

at the galas anymore. Look at