Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nathan had just finished whipping up dinner when Carol settled into her seat, about to dig in, when her phone pinged with a new message.

It was a text from Listina, complete with a snapshot - a stolen moment from her last smooch session with Felix. The details of their lips locked were

embarrassingly clear.

The sight killed Carol's appetite stone dead. She scrolled through the chat history - it was all Lizzie talking to herself.

Bragging about how Felix spent the day with her, how he brought her treats, took her shopping, and kissed her, etc. Carol hadn't replied even once,

but she hadn't blocked Lizzie either - it was her way to keep tabs on Felix.

After the picture from Listina, another text cin.

[Last tI wanted to end you, but Felix still swept in to save me.]

Carol set her phone down, feeling a wave of ennui. It was the sold song and dance. How good Felix was to her, how much he loved her.

She poked at the shrimp on her plate, ate a couple out of obligation, and sipped schicken soup.

Barely halfway full, she put down her utensils and announced she was leaving. Nathan jumped up to see her out.

the doorbell rang. Fiona, thinking Nathan returned, wheeled herself over

standing there.

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fingers itching for a cigarette, but he refrained