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.

silence for capitulation and was about to soften her

pried her

short-fused,

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

you'll never find anyone as

and stormed into her bedroom, slamming

leaving. Behind the door, Carol listened intently for

was only

had assumed he would ccrawling back soon enough. When they had first gotten

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

slapped him, not once

else would put up with such a temper? Regret washed over her as she peeked

in the living room. Felix was gone, and he'd even turned off

Carol switched the lights back on and dashed into the

complex by now.

phone to call him. One call ignored. She called again,

to the living room and slumped

by whatever spell he'd

drifted to the kitchen, remembering the meals

away in

was furious, the next she was justifying his

the contradictions.

picture of her legs, and sent

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

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

Now my stomach hurts. If you really cared about me, could you

wrong about you.]

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