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.

capitulation and was about to soften her words, to apologize, when she felt his

he pried her

already short-fused,

such a catch, huh? Fine, go then! We're done! Lettell

never find

and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door so

the door, Carol listened intently

was only silence.

ccrawling back soon enough. When they had first

attentive, catering to her every whim, and they

slapped him, not once but

her as she peeked through the crack in the door, only to

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

dashed into the hallway.

complex by now.

her phone to call him. One call ignored. She called again,

living room and slumped onto the sofa, eyes falling on a discarded shrimp in the

by

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

away in an

many merits. One moment she was furious, the next

the contradictions.

a picture of her legs, and sent it

I can't sleep. Guess I'll crash on the couch tonight. Don't worry about me. We're

I'm catching a cold

stomach hurts. If you really cared about me, could you stand to seesuffer?

wrong about you.]

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