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.

at its end; it seared his skin

sent

[Nearly midnight.]

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

it home, was now lost in smobile game, ignoring the

too drowsy to continue,

office, Felix worked overtuntil 2 a.m., but his phone remained

last message that buzzed in was an automated birthday

ready to leave, but then a

crisis at the branch office. He sank back into

a fresh suit, and continued working until

he was trying to outdo, but he was becoming more

passed by the break room and spotted Carol

heart skipped a

that

Carol was here could very well be

he entered

"Ms. Miller."

semi-automatic coffee machine, feeling puzzled.

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

now. Didn't I tell you I was going to drop by to

in his eyes. "You chere for