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.

his silence for capitulation and was about to soften her words,

he pried her fingers

was already short-fused, her

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

a heartbeat, but you'll never find

into her bedroom, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to

leaving. Behind the door, Carol listened

was only

enough. When they had first gotten together, she

but as twent on, Felix had been attentive,

had slapped him, not once

put up with such a temper? Regret washed over her as she peeked through the crack in the door, only

gone, and he'd even turned

dashed into the

complex by now.

a deep breath, she grabbed her phone to call him. One call ignored. She called again, still no

with rage, she went back to the living room and slumped onto the sofa, eyes falling on a discarded shrimp in

and hoodwinked by whatever spell he'd cast

he was handsome, but what else? Her gaze drifted to the kitchen, remembering the meals he'd prepare, and

away in an

furious, the next she was justifying

the contradictions.

snapped a picture of her legs, and sent it

so mad I can't sleep. Guess I'll crash on the

as my mood. I think I'm catching a cold -

you really cared

wrong about you.]

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