Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

He must have misheard.

Driving back to the office, he pulled into the parking lot and before he could stop himself, he whipped out his phone.

Not a single new message.

The screen still showed his last question to Carol—Had a good lunch?

Scrolling up, he found most of the conversation was him asking, with hardly a reply from Carol.

Standing in the biting cold, he couldn't resist scrolling further back, back to old conversations that now felt like knives.

[Felix, saw this crazy cloud on my way home, doesn't it look like a whale?]

[LOL, you gotta see this cat, looks just like a pooch. How can it be so chubby?]

[Caught a couple fighting on the street. Stood there so long my legs went numb, eavesdropping for the juicy details—it seemed the guy cheated.]

[Got docked 20 bucks by the manager today, I'm fuming!!]

[Felix, you off work yet? How long till you get here? It's pouring, and I'm without an umbrella.]

[Sdrunk customer threw a fit at the bar, and started swinging a stool around. And yes, I got fined again!!]

Felix scrolled on like he was torturing himself.

its end; it seared his skin before

and sent

[Nearly midnight.]

it was. He felt the need to remind

now lost in smobile

until she was too drowsy

overtuntil 2 a.m., but

buzzed in was an automated birthday greeting

he was ready to leave, but then a new email popped

a sudden crisis at the branch office. He sank

donned a fresh suit,

outdo,

sexecutives when he passed by the break

skipped a

him that

could very well

he entered

"Ms. Miller."

coffee machine, feeling puzzled. "How does this thing

her coffee, he asked, "When did you get

you I was going to drop by to see

with disbelief in his eyes. "You chere