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.

mistook his silence for capitulation and was about to soften her words, to apologize,

twist, he pried

short-fused, her anger flaring

see how it is, Felix. You think you're such a catch, huh? Fine, go then! We're done! Lettell you,

you'll never find anyone as amazing

her bedroom, slamming the door

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

only

soon enough. When they

on, Felix had been attentive, catering to her every whim,

him, not

over her as she peeked

was gone, and he'd even turned off

lights back on and dashed into the

complex by now.

she grabbed her phone to call him. One call ignored. She called again, still no

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

hoodwinked by whatever

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

in an

she was furious,

the contradictions.

of her legs, and sent

sleep. Guess I'll crash on the couch tonight. Don't worry about me. We're broken up, after

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

you really cared

wrong about you.]

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