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.

a bit too much to drink,

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

when he arrived home, leaving him just forty minutes before the day was done. He had thought that Carol

is she?" "Ms. Miller hasn't cback yet." Felix's

tthe call went through, but she didn't pick

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

housekeeper and assistant retired, leaving Felix alone on

she found the villa shrouded in darkness, so she assumed

to see the silhouette of a man sitting on the couch. Content belongs vele Śwto

eyes from the glare of the overhead light, wincing, and then his

but was stopped by his voice, "Geta glass of water." With her steps faltered, she