Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol returned to her apartment, a smile creeping across her lips at the memory of Felix cooking in the kitchen. It was an image

she just couldn't shake.

She knew her friend Maja had been swamped with overtat the office, so she sent another text to Yolanda.

[Girl, I'm trying not to get too excited, but the man can cook, and he looks like a snack doing it.]

Yolanda's response took its sweet time, arriving ten minutes later.

[Carol, to be honest, | don't see the big deal. He's alright, but the guy can't even ride a motorcycle.]

Carol's lips twitched in amusement, thinking Yolanda only had eyes for bike lovers. She was blissfully happy, even though nothing

had happened between her and Felix. Just the thought of him made her heart flutter.

[Another thing, | bet he can't even afford a motorcycle.]

Carol nearly burst out laughing, rubbing her temples. There was no point arguing with Yolanda; the girl was in her own world.

After a refreshing shower, Carol couldn't resist texting Felix.

[Got home, just showered. You asleep?]

Felix saw the message but didn't reply, standing alone on his tiny balcony with a cigarette.

Her message vanished into the void, and Carol reluctantly drifted off to sleep.

She had expected things with Felix to continue at a lukewarm pace, but after a week of delivering groceries to him, an opportunity

finally presented itself.

That evening, while still at work, she received a text from Felix.

[Don't bother with the food delivery tonight, not feeling too hot.]

Of course, Carol couldn't just do nothing when he mentioned he was feeling under the weather.

[Got a cold? Fever? Should | bring you smeds?]

[No, just don't cover tonight.]

After that, Felix went silent.

Carol's curiosity was piqued. The more you tell her not to do something, the more she wanted to do it.

So she peppered him with texts, none of which he answered.

She couldn't wait to get off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken a dislike to her,

sneered.

"Don't tellyou're meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any scandal. If we

have a scene here, it'll affect all of us."

Just the day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was not pleased.

And then there was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it was affecting business, and maybe she

was a tad envious of Carol's youth and charm.

"Don't get ideas above your station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet of flowers is what,

twenty bucks? Don't get seduced and end up in bed. If you get knocked up, see who'll have you then."

Carol pretended not to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She didn't want to go

through the hassle of changing places.

Ignoring the manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to Felix's place.

But Felix wasn't home.

She knocked for ages with no response.

She wondered if he'd decided to stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of feeling unwell while he

was out charming someone else.

However, remembering his usual indifference to women, she doubted that.

Sitting on the floor, she waited until eleven at night, a whole five hours, before she heard the faint sound of footsteps.

Curled up by the door, nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn on. She looked up.

As she did, her eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown deepened upon seeing her.

"Didn't | say not to come?"

"lI was worried about you. Why are you back so late? Weren't you supposed to finish work early?"

"Got dragged out for drinks. My head is killing me."

Carol had no right to pry, but she couldn't help supporting him.

"You've had a bit too much to drink."

Felix fumbled with his keys, his fingers trembling too much to unlock the door.

Carol took the keys from him and opened the door.

She could feel his body shaking, as if he was trying to suppress something.

"I'll go get you something to sober up."

She was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not drunk, it's not the alcohol."

"What is it then?"

Before she could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating from his body.

It seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from the looks of it, it was potent.

He leaned against the door, his Adam's apple bobbing, looking dangerously enticing.

Carol swallowed hard, hesitating for only three seconds before slowly taking his hand.

He didn't pull away.

Emboldened, she wrapped her other hand around his waist.

And there was no denying it - the man had an impressive physique. Even through the fabric, she could feel his abs.

Carol thought she had hit the jackpot, so when he pulled her closer, she went with it.

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