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 it

lit another and sent

[Nearly midnight.]

day it was. He felt the need

lost in smobile

it until she was too drowsy to

at the office, Felix worked overtuntil

that buzzed in was an automated birthday

ready to

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

the break room, donned a fresh suit, and

know whom he was trying to outdo, but he was becoming

passed by the break

skipped

it stroke him that

was here could

his heart sank, he entered the break room

"Ms. Miller."

the semi-automatic coffee machine, feeling puzzled. "How does this

her coffee, he asked, "When did

you I was going to drop by

his eyes. "You