Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch swore he’d never been so embarrassed in his lifetime. He tried explaining to Ian over and over that it was just a statue, but Ian wouldn’t listen.

Left with no choice, a tow truck brought Ian and the statue back to Greenfield Gardens together. Ian even cuddled the statue to sleep that night.

Fitch couldn’t bear to stay and watch him any longer. Phelps was also worn out by the whole ordeal. They left Jeff to keep an eye on Ian and took off.

The next morning, Ian woke up feeling uncomfortable, as if he’d been weighed down all night.

When he lifted his head, he found himself clutching a hard object. He froze.

He tossed the statue aside, feeling as if someone was trying to harm him. Why else would they use such a heavy statue to crush him? He was nearly suffocated.

He took a deep breath, feeling sore all over.

“Jeff.”

He called out, and Jeff, who had been stationed at the door, listening for any sounds from inside, quickly entered.

“Mr. Raymond.”

“What’s with the statue?”

“Mr. Raymond, you got drunk at the BlueSky Bar last night and insisted on bringing it home.”

Jeff tactfully omitted the part where Ian had mistaken the statue for Maja, sparing him some embarrassment.

Ian couldn’t recall what he had done, thinking he must have had a wild night, even though he never usually did.

his shoulder, which felt so sore

the memory of calling out

toothbrush, froze, and

the image of him lamenting over Maja’s

all

the statue

call, “Mr. Raymond, they said they purchased a

was instantly irritated,

call to have

the Raymond Corporation,

you still holding

mocking tone from

after, Phelps

If you’re not feeling well, I can give you a free

had no idea Phelps could

He hung up again!

in time and slap his embarrassing self

saw more news

gaze was

Shawn had won the Best Actor

still digging into the woman’s background, but they

the beans that it was

to mock and ridicule under this piece of

must be Maja’s sock puppet, stop glorifying