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

twist, he pried

short-fused, her anger flaring

think you're such a catch, huh? Fine, go then! We're

but you'll never find anyone as

and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door so

before leaving. Behind the door, Carol listened intently for any sign of his

only silence. No

would ccrawling back soon enough. When

been attentive, catering to her every whim, and they had

slapped him, not

such a temper? Regret washed over her as she peeked through the crack

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

into the hallway.

complex by now.

breath, she grabbed her phone to call him.

rage, she went back to the living room and slumped onto the sofa, eyes

and hoodwinked by whatever

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

in an

merits. One moment she was furious,

the contradictions.

a picture of her legs, and sent it

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

my mood. I think I'm catching a cold

really cared about

wrong about you.]

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