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.

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did a three-minute live stream, it's

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returned to the living room, several people were eyeing

nudged lan with his shoulder and said, "lan, I don't take my hat off

twitched as he

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

checked her

surge of annoyance welled up inside her, but then she remembered she'd had

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of embarrassing moments in this

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removed his apron and sat

and served Carol a piece

cooking, took a bite and managed to utter two

"Disgusting."

nearby chef, overhearing the

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

feeling as though she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, forced a sheepish

chef exhaled in relief and continued serving up

wanting to repeat the earlier faux pas, Carol pinched her nose and