Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey still feels like she's in a dream, as if the devastating fire happened just yesterday, and the choices she made are still fresh in her mind.

Now, surrounded by familiar faces at her hospital bed, she no longer possesses the moth-to-flame fervor she once had.

She's exhausted, vividly remembering the despair she felt when she decided it was time to forget, to disconnect herself from this world. If fate had no mercy for her, why shouldn't it simply end her life? She lowers her eyelashes, momentarily at a loss for words.

Carol has been chattering away non-stop until her phone rings. It's Felix, checking in on her whereabouts.

Felix has always been protective, almost to a fault. If they don't see each other for a few hours, he feels compelled to call.

Carol recalls a time when she was out for drinks with some business partners. No sooner had she sat down than Felix showed up to fetch her.

Amidst the jeers of the crowd, she felt both embarrassed and furious.

It became well-known that if Carol wasn't home by nine, Felix would inevitably call, sometimes even reaching out to others if he feared bothering her. Over time, people became less inclined to invite Carol out for drinks.

Initially, she found it annoying, but four years on, she's developed a sort of fondness for his overbearing care. People really are masochistic at heart. Standing up to take the call, her tone is laced with impatience, yet a smile plays on her lips.

"What's up now?"

we all

"You're not cooking tonight?"

might be tired

Her smile widens.

restaurant. But it'll have to be later; we're still

I've had my assistant drop it off at our place. You can check it out when

for material things, wary

his busy schedule, Felix always makes time to cook at home, cultivating

like Mr. Brown is

on the other end, "It's

looks, she might

"Gross."

affectionate insult, she hangs

around, she

of happiness

Zoey simply smiles,