Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

When Felix got back, Carol was already gone, and it was the housekeeper who opened the door for him.

He glanced around the living room, found it deserted, and casually yanked off his tie.

"Where is she?"

"Ms. Miller had to go out for something," the housekeeper replied.

Felix looked up at the clock on the wall; it was already six in the evening, dinner time, and tonight was Christmas' Eve.

The housekeeper noticed the mud at the bottom of his trousers and gasped in surprise.

"Sir, did something happen on your way home?"

The staff at the Millers' were all recent hires – Felix's own people. The previous staff had all been dismissed.

Only President Miller’s former assistant remained, now working for Felix.

"It's nothing."

Tonight was Christmas' Eve, but there was no festive atmosphere in the house.

No Christmas' decorations on the walls, no lanterns in the yard.

After changing upstairs, Felix came back down to see a lavish dinner spread out on the table.

At the center was a massive lobster, Carol's favorite. He used to prepare it often, but since they had fallen out, they hardly shared a meal.

He glanced at the clock again – seven o'clock, and Carol still hadn't returned.

The doorbell rang, and the housekeeper went to answer it. In came Felix's assistant.

The assistant was also nearly soaked through, and upon seeing Felix, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Brown, you alright?"

Felix just shook his head and settled quietly into a chair.

Seeing both men with mud on their trousers, the housekeeper couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen?"

Manny explained, "We rushed back too hastily, the car flipped over on the way, Mr. Brown came back by himself in a taxi."

He, however, had stayed in place to wait for the insurance company people.

Manny suspected Felix was eager to get back to have dinner with Carol.

But Carol wasn't there.

Felix started eating quietly, the others not daring to intrude, exchanging glances before slipping away.

Felix barely touched the meal, leaving the lobster in the middle untouched, just nibbled at a few other dishes.

After a small sip of coffee, the doorbell rang again.

It couldn't be Carol – she had her key.

He went to open the door and found Listina standing outside. Her eyes were swollen from crying, who immediately wrapped her arms around his waist. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Felix, I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad. I'll never scold her that way again. Don't marry her; I'm begging you, it should have been me who married you. How did it end up like this? I'm healthy now; we can be together forever."

Felix was momentarily frozen by her embrace.

When he came to his senses, he said sternly, "Haven’t I told you not to come here?"

Tears fell faster down Listina's cheeks.

"But you didn't have Christmas' dinner with me. It hurts, Felix. Come to my place; I've cooked us a feast."

"I'll come over tomorrow."

"No, I want you tonight. It's Christmas' Eve. I want you with me tonight, Felix. Please come."

She looked up at him with those teary, pleading eyes.

Felix wiped the tears from her cheeks when Carol’s voice cut through the moment.

"Can you not stand in front of my house and disgust me?"

Felix stiffened and instinctively pushed Listina away.

Carol stood there, having arrived unnoticed, a limited edition handbag slung over her shoulder, her face devoid of expression, stepping past them into the house.

Listina erupted, "What do you mean 'your house'? If it weren't for Felix's pity, you’d have lost this place long ago. The Millers are bankrupt; the company is Brown's now!"

Carol stiffened all over, turning to look at Listina.

Listina was seething, as if she wanted to banish Carol from the house.

Carol found it amusing but couldn't be bothered to argue.

"Carol, stop right there! Is that bag from last month's runway show?"

It wasn't even available in the country; how did she get it?

And Carol's cards had been frozen – that bag cost three million!

She looked at Felix, her face turning pale instantly. She tiptoed, cupping Felix's face, intending for a kiss.

Felix hadn't expected her to do this, and she managed to give him a solid kiss.

Back against the door, Listina's lips on his, he looked towards Carol, but she was already heading upstairs, not glancing their way.

As if whatever was happening had nothing to do with her.