Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Felix had already taken the medication. His eyes twinkled as he scooped her up in his arms and made his way to the bed. The night

was still a whirlwind of activity.

Carol rose early for work, leaving the house before dawn crept over the horizon. Felix headed off to his own job.

At lunchtime, he stopped by to see Listina. Her cheeks were rosy today; a subtle, persistent smile betrayed her good spirits.

"Felix, really, you shouldn't spend so much next time. | know money's tight for you."

He thought she was referring to the birthday gift and nodded, "It didn't cost much."

Liar, she thought. She had looked it up online; that skincare set was around 1.5 grand, a luxury she had never indulged in before.

"By the way, where's Nathan? | haven't seen him since my surgery. Was he busy?"

"He got sent off to Crystalbrook Valley for a while, but he's back now. Said he'd cby this afternoon."

"That's good. I've missed him. It's too bad | can't celebrate my birthday out with you guys. We could've gone to our favorite diner -

cheap prices and the owner's a gem."

Felix remained silent, pouring her a glass of water.

Nathan did show up that afternoon, his eyes full of mischief at the sight of Felix. The success of Listina's surgery was largely thanks

to the influence of the Miller family.

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Carol probably still had no clue about the relationship between Felix and Listina. Nathan nudged Felix's shoulder in a conspiratorial

gesture that all but said he'd keep their secret.

Felix ignored him, stepping out to answer his phone as it started to ring - it was Carol.

Meanwhile, Listina chatted with Nathan, who was curious about how Felix got on with Carol behind closed doors. Carol, the heiress,

was like someone out of a TV , and he couldn't resist the urge to eavesdrop.

But Felix's tone was calm throughout the call, ending with a simple, "Carol, | really don't need it. Don't buy it for me."

She had talked about struggling with rent and yet, here she was, shopping for clothes for him at a mall. This time, Carol seriously

couldn't afford to buy any luxuries, and just stopped at a random clothes store at the street.

Except that store wasn't cheap either - a casual piece set her back 200. Carol's rent was due next month, and the total of her two

jobs barely broke 1,000. After deductions for missed work, she was left with 700 - a tight situation indeed.

But Felix had just splurged on that expensive gift for her; she felt obliged to reciprocate. Shortly after, her phone pinged with a

notification of a money transfer - Felix had sent her 5 grand.

Standing amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets, drowned out by honking cars, Carol had an epiphany: she couldn't imagine

her life without this man.

Felix was too good to her, always touching her heart with the smallest of gestures. As if afraid she'd refuse his gift, he sent her a

message.

[Go buy it. Get yourself a couple of outfits too.]

Her clothes had been repossessed, and now she was dressed in bargain-bin attire - something she had complained to him about

just the night before, saying it made her skin itch. He had remembered.

A smile curled Carol's lips.

[Thanks, honey.]

As she was about to head inside, a snide voice reached her ears. It was one of her so-called socialite “friends”, always ready with a

barb.

"Well, well, if it isn't Carol. What're you doing hanging around this shop? Don't tellyou're actually shopping here? My God, are

the rumors true? | heard your dad's looking for a new flame, aiming for another heir. Have you been cast aside? You've fallen from

grace, and now he's leveling up a new character, is that it?"

Carol's face darkened on spot, "What's it to you?"

The woman, clutching her designer bag, sneered at Carol's cheap attire, gloating openly.

"Not my business, but it'll be a shnot to see Ms. Miller at the galas anymore. Look at what you've been reduced to. Even my

maid dresses better."

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Carol rolled her eyes, "Believe it or not, this outfit could fetch 50 grand on Facebook. | don't wear clothes because they're

expensive; they're valuable because I've worn them. Even if my father is disappointed in me, | still have my rights. Save your snide

comments, or you'll pay for your stupidity if he changes his mind and bringsback into the fold."

Carol was never one to back down from a verbal duel. Anyone insulted her, and she'd fight back hundredfold.

The woman's face flushed with anger, but she managed a mocking laugh, "We'll see if you're lucky enough to make it back. From

what I've heard, your dad is indeed planning for another."

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