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 his skin before

sent off a

[Nearly midnight.]

day it was. He felt the need to

now lost in smobile game, ignoring the

she was too drowsy to continue, then drifted

the office, Felix worked overtuntil 2 a.m., but his

in was an

a sigh, he was ready to leave,

office. He sank back into his chair, and

he showered in the break room, donned a fresh

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

sexecutives when he passed by the break room and

skipped

it stroke him that it was

reason Carol was here could very well

he entered the break room

"Ms. Miller."

was frowning at the semi-automatic coffee machine,

Nathan prepared her coffee, he asked, "When

was going to drop by to see

his eyes.