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.

almost at its end; it seared his skin before he snapped to his senses and

and sent off a new

[Nearly midnight.]

it was. He felt the need to remind

home, was now lost

was too drowsy

worked overtuntil 2 a.m., but his

that buzzed in was an automated birthday

his laptop with a sigh, he was ready to leave,

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

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

whom he was trying to outdo, but

passed by the break room and spotted Carol

skipped a

that it was

here could

sank, he entered the break

"Ms. Miller."

the semi-automatic coffee machine, feeling puzzled.

her coffee, he asked, "When did

I was going to drop by to see

his