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.

seared his

another and sent off

[Nearly midnight.]

what day it was. He felt

had already made it home, was now lost in smobile game, ignoring

played it until she was too drowsy

Felix worked overtuntil

in was an automated birthday greeting from

he was ready

sudden crisis at the branch office. He sank back into his chair, and

showered in the break room, donned a fresh suit, and continued working until

trying to outdo, but he was becoming more alert

Nathan was following sexecutives when he passed by the

heart skipped

stroke him that it was Felix's

could very well

his heart sank, he entered

"Ms. Miller."

at the semi-automatic coffee machine, feeling

her coffee, he asked,

tell you I was going to drop by

disbelief in his eyes. "You chere for