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 answer it.

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

his head and settled quietly into

with mud on their trousers, the

explained, "We rushed back too hastily, the car flipped over on the way, Mr. Brown cback by himself

stayed in place to wait

eager to get

But Carol wasn't there.

others not daring

the middle untouched, just nibbled at a few

sip of

be Carol -

to open the door and found Listina standing outside. Her eyes were swollen from crying, who immediately wrapped

arms around his waist.

don't be mad. I'll never scold her that way again. Don't marry her; I'm begging you, it should

frozen

senses, he said sternly,

fell faster down Listina's

dinner with me. It hurts, Felix. Cto my

"I'll cover tomorrow."

Christmas' Eve.

looked up at him with those teary, pleading

her cheeks when Carol's

in front of my house

instinctively pushed Listina

a limited edition handbag slung over her shoulder, her face devoid

them into the

erupted, "What do you mean 'your house'? If it weren't for Felix's pity, you'd

company

all over, turning