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.

went to answer it. In cFelix's

upon seeing Felix, he asked in a low voice,

head and settled quietly

trousers, the housekeeper

rushed back too hastily, the car flipped over on the

place to wait for the

get back to

But Carol wasn't there.

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

leaving the lobster in the middle untouched,

small sip of coffee,

be Carol -

Listina standing outside.

arms around his waist.

don't be mad. I'll never scold her that way again. Don't marry

was momentarily frozen by

his senses, he said sternly, "Haven't I told you not to

faster down Listina's

you didn't have Christmas’ dinner with me. It hurts, Felix. Cto my place; I've cooked

"I'll cover tomorrow."

Christmas' Eve.

at him with those teary, pleading

her cheeks when Carol's voice cut

stand in front of my house

instinctively pushed

there, having arrived unnoticed, a limited edition handbag slung

them into

"What do you mean 'your house'? If it weren't for Felix's pity, you'd have lost this place long ago. The Millers

the company is Brown's

all over, turning