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.

his fingers was almost at its end; it seared

and sent off

[Nearly midnight.]

she'd forgotten what day it was. He felt the need

who had already made it home, was now lost in smobile game, ignoring the ping of

it until she was too drowsy to continue, then drifted off

worked overtuntil 2 a.m., but his

last message that buzzed in was an

with a sigh, he was ready to leave, but then

office. He sank

break room, donned a fresh suit, and

he was trying to outdo, but he was becoming more alert by

when he passed by the break room

skipped a

it stroke him that

here could very well be

heart sank, he entered the break

"Ms. Miller."

coffee machine, feeling puzzled. "How does

her coffee, he asked, "When did you

now. Didn't I tell you I was

in his eyes. "You chere