Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol felt a surge of irritation wash over her. She couldn't understand why Felix had to be so complicated. If he was smitten with Listina, why couldn't they just date and be happy? Why did he have to drag her into their mess? "I'll be back later," she muttered.

"And when is 'later'?" Felix pressed, but his voice trailed off into silence at the other end of the line.

He had a sinking feeling that Carol was at her wits' end, utterly uninterested in anything he had to say.

His voice grew stern, "Just cback within twenty minutes." Not bothered to respond, Carol hung up abruptly.

Felix stared at the darkened screen of his phone. Around him, the hotel lobby buzzed with life. It was decked out in opulence, and the air was thick with the scent of perfand the rustle of expensive fabric.

Business associates he had recently schmoozed with were now fawning over him, eager to curry favor.

expression was impassive as he picked up his suit jacket. He had had a bit too much to drink, and the alcohol was making his head spin. "Mr. Brown, let's cut

the towering cake. The guests showered him with well-wishes, but he had no interest in their flattery. Using the first excuse that cto mind, he had

he arrived home, leaving him just forty minutes before the day was done. He had thought that Carol would obediently return, but when he opened the door to the parlor,

"Where is she?" "Ms. Miller hasn't cback

went through, but she

couch in the foyer, when a staff member approached, "Sir, would you like something to help you sober up?" "No, just go to bed, all

housekeeper and assistant retired, leaving Felix alone

shrouded in darkness, so

the door to the living room, and flicked on the lights, only to see the silhouette of a man sitting on the

glare of the

up her coat and tossing her bag onto the console et table, she started to head upstairs but was