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 their

his phone as

was curious about how Felix got on with Carol

like someone out of a TV ,

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

and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes

and just stopped at a

wasn't cheap either - a casual piece set her back 200. Carol's rent was due next month, and the total of

barely broke 1,000. After deductions for missed work, she was left with 700

for her; she felt obliged to

transfer - Felix had

and bustle of the streets, drowned out by honking cars, Carol had an epiphany: she

life without

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

message.

Get yourself a

she was dressed in bargain-bin attire - something she

saying it made her skin itch. He had

curled Carol's

[Thanks, honey.]

was about to head inside, a snide voice reached her ears. It was one of her so-called socialite

barb.

hanging around this shop? Don't tellyou're actually shopping here? My God,

your dad's looking for a new flame, aiming for another heir. Have you been cast aside? You've fallen

leveling up a new character,

face darkened on spot, "What's it

woman, clutching her designer bag, sneered at Carol's cheap

Ms. Miller at the galas anymore. Look at what you've been