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.

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

and sent off

[Nearly midnight.]

day it was. He felt the need to

already made it home, was now lost in smobile game, ignoring the ping of the

drowsy to continue, then drifted

worked overtuntil

that buzzed in was an automated birthday greeting from the

was ready to leave, but then a new email popped

at the branch office.

he showered in the break room, donned a fresh suit,

trying to outdo, but he was becoming more alert by

Nathan was following sexecutives when he passed by the break

skipped

stroke him that it

was here could very well be for

his heart sank, he

"Ms. Miller."

frowning at the semi-automatic coffee machine,

prepared her coffee, he

you I was

with disbelief in his eyes. "You chere