Cold Ex Cried At My Wedding

Ruth, whose profile picture on our workplace Slack had been a static, default monogram for five years, suddenly changed it to a cute minimalist brown bear.

I found it mildly amusing. On a whim, I took a screenshot of the little bear’s paw and set it as my own avatar—a quiet, private joke between us.

That evening was the company quarterly dinner. Ruth, who usually ignored the casual group chats, personally posted the announcement.

Jesse was the first to reply: "Understood, boss!f"