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

to answer his phone as it started to ring - it

Felix got

out of a TV , and

a simple,

with rent and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes for him at a mall.

stopped at a random clothes store

- a casual piece set her back 200. Carol's rent was due

deductions for missed work, she was left with 700

expensive gift for her; she felt obliged to reciprocate. Shortly after, her phone pinged with

a money transfer - Felix had

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

life without

good to her, always touching her heart with the smallest of gestures. As if

message.

yourself a couple of

and now she was dressed in bargain-bin

the night before, saying it made her skin

smile curled Carol's

[Thanks, honey.]

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

barb.

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

flame, aiming

now he's leveling up a

on spot, "What's it to

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

but it'll be a shnot to see Ms. Miller at the