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

twist, he pried her

short-fused, her anger

catch, huh? Fine,

never find anyone as

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

bedroom, Felix didn't hesitate before leaving. Behind the door, Carol listened intently for any sign of his return,

only

When they had first gotten together,

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

him, not

her as she

living room. Felix was gone, and he'd

back on and dashed into

complex by now.

call him. One call ignored. She called again, still

back to the living room and slumped onto the sofa, eyes falling on a discarded shrimp in

hoodwinked by whatever spell he'd cast

else? Her gaze drifted to the

away in an

furious, the next she was

the contradictions.

a picture of her legs, and

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

think I'm catching a cold - you

If you really cared about me, could you stand

wrong about you.]

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