Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja felt a sudden pang of heartache. Lately, she'd been more tired than usual, probably due to the pregnancy. The first trimester had her on the go non-stop, so the fatigue was hitting her hard now. She rarely had the energy to think about anything else.

She nodded, opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she just handed a plate of fruit to the doctor in charge.

Meanwhile, Tyler had been wandering around the house when he spotted Felix, donned in an apron, looking like he was straight out of a cooking show.

It was as if Tyler had stumbled upon a goldmine. He whipped out his phone and strutted over to Felix.

"Check this out, guys," Tyler began, filming with his phone. "You'll never believe who's slinging hash at Greenfield Gardens-none other than the Felix Brown, the same dude who's been on a corporate takeover spree. I must be hallucinating, or maybe it's just lan's charm. I mean, Felix doesn't just cook for anybody, right?"

Tyler loved stirring the pot and kept narrating to his phone, "Get a good look, folks. That's the real Felix. If I'm lying, I'm dying. He's here, playing chef. Who knows, maybe he's trying to swap some trade secrets with lan."

"Swear to God, no Photoshop!"

Felix, gripping a spoon tightly, felt his face heat up in anger.

"Beat it," he spat out.

Tyler didn't miss a beat and took a couple of selfies, one flashing a peace sign, and immediately posted one to Facebook.

"New chef at Greenfield Gardens looks a lot like Mr. Brown, don't you think?"

Comments on the post piled up quickly.

way, that's gotta be

three-minute live stream,

He's asking for

to the living room, several people were eyeing

"lan, I don't take my hat off to many, but you, sir, have my utmost

twitched as he looked over

love for Felix, but she didn't enjoy seeing anyone made fun of

checked her

Tyler's Facebook post. A surge of annoyance welled up inside her, but then she remembered

Barel.net

in this crowd. She quickly dropped

phone.

meal took three hours to prepare, and when everyone finally gathered around the table, Felix removed his apron and sat next to Carol. Some of the dishes were his handiwork; others were prepared by

a moment and served Carol a piece of

cooking, took a bite and managed to

"Disgusting."

the comment, shot

I'll do better next time," he promised, anxiety written all

caught with her hand in the cookie jar, forced a sheepish smile, "No, I wasn't talking

relief and

the earlier faux pas, Carol pinched her nose and ate it, though it did nothing to quell her inner