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

phone as

curious about how Felix got on with Carol behind closed doors.

of a TV , and he

call, ending with a simple, "Carol, I really don't need

with rent and yet, here she was, shopping

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

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

for missed work, she

her; she felt obliged

transfer - Felix had sent

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

life without this

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

message.

it. Get yourself a couple of

repossessed, and now she was dressed in bargain-bin attire - something she had complained

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

curled Carol's

[Thanks, honey.]

head inside, a snide voice reached her ears. It was one of her

barb.

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

I heard your dad's looking for a new flame,

leveling up a new

on spot,

her designer bag, sneered at Carol's cheap

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