Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

When Felix got back, Carol was already gone, and it was the housekeeper who opened the door for him.

He glanced around the living room, found it deserted, and casually yanked off his tie.

"Where is she?"

"Ms. Miller had to go out for something," the housekeeper replied.

Felix looked up at the clock on the wall; it was already six in the evening, dinner time, and tonight was Christmas’ Eve.

The housekeeper noticed the mud at the bottom of his trousers and gasped in surprise.

"Sir, did something happen on your way home?"

The staff at the Millers’ were all recent hires - Felix's own people. The previous staff had all been dismissed.

Only President Miller's former assistant remained, now working for Felix.

"It's nothing."

Tonight was Christmas’ Eve, but there was no festive atmosphere in the house.

No Christmas' decorations on the walls, no lanterns in the yard.

After changing upstairs, Felix cback down to see a lavish dinner spread out on the table.

At the center was a massive lobster, Carol's favorite. He used to prepare it often, but since they had fallen out, they hardly shared

a meal.

He glanced at the clock again - seven o'clock, and Carol still hadn't returned.

and the housekeeper went to

soaked through, and upon seeing Felix, he asked in a low

his head and settled quietly into

both men with mud on their trousers, the housekeeper couldn't help but

too hastily, the car flipped over on the way,

place to wait for the

was eager to get back

But Carol wasn't there.

quietly, the others not daring to intrude, exchanging glances before

the meal, leaving the lobster in the middle untouched, just nibbled at

a small sip of coffee, the

couldn't be Carol - she had her

to open the door and found Listina standing outside. Her

arms around his waist.

mad. I'll never scold her that

was momentarily frozen by her

he said sternly, "Haven't I

fell faster down Listina's

with me. It hurts, Felix. Cto my place; I've cooked us

"I'll cover tomorrow."

Christmas' Eve.

at him with those teary,

her cheeks

in front of my house and disgust

and instinctively pushed

limited edition handbag slung over her shoulder, her face devoid

them into

do you mean 'your house'? If it weren't for Felix's pity, you'd have lost

the company

over, turning to look