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.

was about to soften her words, to apologize, when she felt

twist, he pried her

was already short-fused, her

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

you'll never find

her bedroom, slamming the door so hard the

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

only silence.

would ccrawling back soon enough. When they had first

been attentive, catering

him, not once but

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

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

the lights back on and dashed into the hallway.

complex by now.

a deep breath, she grabbed her phone to call him. One

and slumped onto the sofa, eyes falling on a

aggrieved and hoodwinked by whatever spell he'd cast on

to the

away in

had so many merits. One moment she was furious, the next

the contradictions.

of her legs, and

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

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

Now my stomach hurts. If you really cared about me,

wrong about you.]

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