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.

and was about to soften her words, to apologize, when she felt his hand on hers.

pried her fingers

short-fused, her anger

how it is, Felix. You think you're such a catch, huh? Fine, go

a heartbeat, but you'll never

and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door so hard

bedroom, Felix didn't hesitate before leaving. Behind the door, Carol listened intently for

only silence. No

assumed he would ccrawling back soon enough. When they had first

for his sake, but as twent on, Felix had been attentive, catering to her every whim, and they

had slapped him, not once but

over her as she peeked through the crack in the door,

room. Felix was gone,

dashed into the hallway. Empty. He was probably

complex by now.

she grabbed her phone to call him. One call ignored.

the living room and slumped onto

hoodwinked by whatever

drifted to the kitchen,

in an

she was furious, the next she was justifying his

the contradictions.

snapped a picture of her legs, and sent it

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

as bleak as my mood. I think I'm catching a cold - you know how weak my

really cared

wrong about you.]

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