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.

housekeeper went to

seeing Felix,

just shook his head and

mud on their trousers, the housekeeper

hastily, the car flipped over on the

stayed in place to wait for the insurance company

suspected Felix was eager to get back to have

But Carol wasn't there.

not daring to intrude, exchanging glances before slipping

in the middle untouched, just nibbled at a few other

a small sip of

be Carol - she had

outside. Her eyes were swollen from crying, who

arms around his waist.

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

momentarily frozen by her

sternly, "Haven't I told you

faster

have Christmas’ dinner with me. It hurts, Felix. Cto my place; I've cooked us a

"I'll cover tomorrow."

It's Christmas' Eve. I want you withtonight,

up at him with those

cheeks when Carol's voice cut through the

front of my house and disgust

instinctively pushed

unnoticed, a limited edition handbag slung over her

them into the

weren't for Felix's pity, you'd have lost this place long ago. The Millers

the company

stiffened all over, turning to look at