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.

cigarette between his fingers was almost at its end; it seared his skin before he snapped to

and sent off

[Nearly midnight.]

forgotten what day it was. He felt the need

now lost in smobile game, ignoring the ping

it until she was too drowsy to continue, then

worked overtuntil 2 a.m.,

was an automated birthday greeting from the

ready to leave, but

about a sudden crisis at the branch office. He sank back into his

a fresh suit, and

know whom he was trying to outdo, but

when he passed by the break room and spotted

skipped a

it stroke him that it was Felix's

Carol was here could very well be for

he

"Ms. Miller."

semi-automatic coffee machine, feeling puzzled.

prepared her coffee, he asked, "When did you get

was going to drop by

disbelief in his