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.

between his fingers was almost at its end; it seared his skin

sent off a

[Nearly midnight.]

it was. He felt the need to

it home, was now lost in smobile game, ignoring

was too drowsy to continue, then drifted

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

that buzzed in was an automated birthday

with a sigh, he was ready

about a sudden crisis at the branch office.

room, donned a fresh suit, and continued working until 6

trying to outdo, but he

passed

skipped a

stroke him that it

here could very

he entered the break

"Ms. Miller."

machine, feeling

prepared her coffee, he asked, "When did you

you I was going to drop

in his eyes. "You chere for