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

twist, he pried her

was already short-fused,

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

never find anyone as

and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door so hard

didn't hesitate before leaving. Behind the door,

was only silence. No

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

been attentive, catering to her every whim,

slapped him,

put up with 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

back on and dashed into the hallway. Empty.

complex by now.

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

went back to the living room and slumped onto the sofa, eyes falling on a

and hoodwinked by

he was handsome, but what else? Her gaze drifted to the

in

so many merits. One moment she was furious, the next she was justifying his every action, torturing

the contradictions.

her legs, and sent it

so mad I can't sleep. Guess I'll crash on the couch tonight. Don't worry

mood. I think I'm catching

even have dinner. Now my stomach hurts. If you really cared about me, could you stand to seesuffer? Guess I

wrong about you.]

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