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, to apologize, when she felt his hand on

pried her fingers

short-fused, her anger flaring

catch, huh? Fine,

you'll never

shoved him away and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door so hard

the door, Carol

was only silence.

back soon enough. When they had first gotten together, she had endured

as twent on, Felix had been attentive, catering to her every whim, and they had rarely argued.

she had slapped him, not once but

would put up with such a temper? Regret washed over her as she peeked through

the living room. Felix was gone, and

switched the lights back on and dashed into the hallway. Empty. He was

complex by now.

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

and slumped onto the sofa, eyes falling on a discarded

aggrieved and hoodwinked by whatever spell he'd

gaze drifted to the kitchen, remembering the meals he'd prepare, and

away in an

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

the contradictions.

her legs, and sent it to

I'll crash on

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

Now my stomach hurts. If you really

wrong about you.]

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