Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Cheeks flushed with the sting of her slap, Felix bore the imprint of her hand - five red marks.

Regret flickered across her face; never before had she struck him with such force. But the rage simmering in her chest refused to

dissipate, and tears welled in her eyes.

“I'held on, Felix! Now you're dumping me? What happened to our promises? What about everything you assuredof before?”

He dabbed at the corner of his mouth, his expression calm.

“Promises? Oh, that was just lip service, Carol. Besides, you can be pretty tic yourself.”

Her hand connected with his face again, harder this time, swelling his cheek. It was Carol doing the hitting, but it was as if she was

the one who couldn't see clearly, her vision fogged with unshed tears that began to fall.

Felix touched his reddening face, his voice even more detached, “Let's just end it here.”

He turned to leave, but Carol's arms wrapped around him from behind.

“Don't break up with me. Where did I go wrong? If you don't tell me, how can I know? Are you dumpingbecause I can't cook? I

can learn, Felix. I don't want us to end.”

Her grip was tight, painfully so, but the real pain seemed to stem from somewhere deeper within him.

Felix's lips pressed into a thin line, the recent text from Abner causing a ripple in his otherwise placid demeanor. But it quickly

settled, returning to the stillness of an unfathomable ocean.

her words, to apologize, when she felt his hand on hers. With

he pried her

was already short-fused,

I see how it is, Felix. You think you're such a catch, huh? Fine, go then! We're done! Lettell you, I can find

heartbeat, but you'll never find anyone

and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door

door,

only

assumed he would ccrawling back soon enough. When they had first gotten together, she

as twent on, Felix had been attentive, catering to her every whim, and they had rarely argued.

she had slapped him,

washed over her as

the living room. Felix was gone, and he'd even

on and dashed into the

complex by now.

deep breath, she grabbed her phone to call him. One call ignored. She called again, still

went back to the living room and slumped onto the sofa, eyes falling on a discarded

aggrieved and hoodwinked by whatever spell he'd cast on

he was handsome, but what else? Her gaze drifted to the kitchen, remembering the

away in an

was furious,

the contradictions.

her legs, and sent it

Guess I'll crash on the couch tonight. Don't worry

I'm catching a cold - you know how

you really

wrong about you.]

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