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.

soften her

he pried

already short-fused, her

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

heartbeat, but you'll never find anyone as amazing

her bedroom, slamming

Behind the door,

only silence.

ccrawling back soon enough. When they

had been attentive, catering to her

him, not once but

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

living room. Felix was gone, and he'd

Carol switched the lights back on and dashed into the hallway. Empty. He was probably already outside

complex by now.

her phone to call him. One call

living room and slumped onto the sofa,

by whatever spell he'd

to the kitchen, remembering the meals

away in

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

the contradictions.

a picture of her

crash on the couch tonight. Don't worry about me. We're broken up,

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

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

wrong about you.]

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