Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Curtis couldn't help but beam with joy upon hearing the news, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile.

"That's fantastic! Your mother and I have prepared your dowry, and what's best is that the young man lives just down the block. A mere ten-minute walk and you're home, which is so convenient. It's always better to avoid long-distance relationships; in case something goes wrong, we wouldn't be able to help you as quickly."

Zoey chuckled, "I know, I'm quite fond of him."

That very night, Curtis immediately discussed with Miranda the idea of buying Zoey her own place, preferably in the same neighborhood, to serve as her marital home.

It would be perfect for her and her future husband to live close by, and it would make it easier for them to visit Zoey whenever they wished.

The couple began to tally their savings straight away and decided to inquire about any available properties in the area.

Upon learning that there was a listing available, they planned to view it the next day.

Zoey, however, had a restless night filled with dreams.

In her dreams, there was a blurred face of a man she tried to see clearly, but it remained elusive.

When she woke up, she felt uneasy, rubbing her temples.

The dream was so vivid it left her feeling a touch anxious.

Thankfully, her phone rang at that moment, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was Henry Sullivan, the man she had taken a liking to.

They had met previously at an event. Henry was a piano teacher, with a gentle and elegant demeanor.

ready, and by the time she stepped out of her house, Henry's car had

seat,

nightmare and overslept," she apologized. Henry, hands on the wheel, reached over and offered her

candy, smiled, and slipped it into her

didn't sleep

dressed in a crisp white suit, his eyes warm

senior, both of them at the age where their families were nudging them

the restaurant I booked is usually packed. You might want to

had mentioned - the most famous restaurant in Zion

was known far and wide, attracting food lovers from

looked slightly apologetic as he gripped the steering wheel, "They start taking reservations at 10 PM, and although I managed to get us in, our table might not be ready for

Zoey quickly reassured him.

worries, I'm not

arrived at

lounge on the ground floor was buzzing with customers waiting

and Henry found a

about to be called, an announcement echoed

and gentlemen, we

be served,

grumbles of dissatisfaction rose from the crowd, but the promise

the dinner cost was

four years and had never

inquire with the staff about the