Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

“Look who it is, if it isn’t our boy Quentin. You are finally sprucing up the old homestead? Hold on, if you had any real cash, you’d fix that leaky roof of yours first. Your clothes always reek of mildew, and no one wants to share a desk with you.” That rich kid swung his car door open, his gaze arrogantly sweeping over the pickup truck loaded with supplies. “Tell me, Quentin, how do you plan to pay off all this stuff on credit? Even if you sold those little beggars you hang out with, I bet you couldn’t afford half this load.” The rich kid crossed his arms, a smirk curling up his lips. His eyes finally landed on Maja, brightening momentarily before his sneer returned. “So, what’s this? Another girl taken in by that face of yours? Seems you never learn, do you? The prom queen was nice to you, and you shamelessly asked her out. And what happened? She was just toying with you. What good are grades, anyway?” While he ranted, he cast an envious glance at Quentin’s neck, as if trying to burn a hole through him. Quentin was the first student in years to break into the island’s top ten rankings. The school had been hoisting big red congratulatory banners for days, and rumors were they even gave the Gellar family five hundred as a reward. The rich kid rolled his eyes and reached out towards Maja, “But I gotta admit, the one who’s come sniffing around you this time is pretty cute. Which school does she go to?” Maja’s lips twitched, torn between delight and outrage. She swatted the rich kid’s hand away. His face twisted in anger, “Damn! When I throw you a bone, you should be grateful! Do you have any idea how many girls would kill to be in your shoes? The crumbs from my table could lift you nobodies out of obscurity!” Another voice chimed in from inside the car, “Wade Brennan, do you fancy her or something?” The rich kid spat out in disgust, tossing a few twenty-dollar bills on the ground. “Take a good look at this, sweetheart. You really think sticking with poor boy Quentin is your best bet? I tell you, the moment I leave, you’ll be crying to get with me.” Maja’s brows furrowed at his words. Quentin moved to step forward, but she grabbed him. The rich kid grew bolder at the sight, “Pfft! What a wimp. What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you know that the dump you call home is property of my family? With a snap of my fingers, I could have your whole clan kicked out! And you dare glare at me, you mongrel!” He slapped Quentin across the face. Quentin’s head jerked to the side, his mouth bloody, but he remained silent. The rich kid seemed to deflate a bit with his anger vented, and he stepped back into his car. As he rolled up the window, he spat one more time for good measure. The roar of the car engine faded into the distance, and Maja turned to look at Quentin’s face. Boys at his age are usually proud. Yet here he was, quietly wiping the blood from his corner of his mouth, clearly not his first time being bullied. The rich kid’s slap had been expertly delivered. Maja offered Quentin a tissue. He looked up, his eyes a quiet storm of emotions, and she felt a pang of sympathy. Quentin’s

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