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.

her words, to apologize, when she felt his

he pried her fingers

was already short-fused, her anger flaring

catch, huh?

heartbeat, but you'll never

and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed

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

was only

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

attentive, catering to her every whim, and they had

slapped him, not once

a temper? Regret washed over her as she peeked through

the living room. Felix was gone, and

on and dashed into the hallway. Empty. He was

complex by now.

call him. One

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

and hoodwinked by whatever spell he'd cast on

to the kitchen, remembering the

in an

was furious, the next

the contradictions.

picture of her legs, and sent it

on the couch tonight.

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

really cared

wrong about you.]

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