Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

After what felt like an eternity, though it was only about three minutes, he turned to the person in the front row and said, "Check the surveillance footage." "Yes, Mr. Haskins."

Zoey was unaware she was being watched. When she got home, she started to remove her makeup. Her phone rang; it was the school calling. They informed her that the child of a major investor in Zion City had been confirmed to attend their preschool, and they were inviting teachers interested in the opportunity to fill out an application form. The form required a detailed account of family history up to three generations.

"Ms. March, you can't fabricate any of this. The Education Office will cross-check. It's not easy for anyone to get in here, and I know this is a golden opportunity. I've said the same to every teacher-it's a fair competition."

"I've sent the form to every teacher's email. Have it filled out and submitted by nine tonight."

Zoey wasn't interested in the first place, so she quickly replied.

"I'm sorry, but I was in a car accident four years ago, and I've been a bit slower ever since. I'd rather not apply."

"Ms. March, are you sure? If the investor likes you, they might just gift you a townhouse."

"I'm sure. I won't apply. Thanks anyway."

"Alright then. You wouldn't believe how fiercely the other teachers are fighting for this opportunity."

didn't respond, managing only a

friend Henry. After applying a face mask, she grabbed her purse and stepped out, only to

to tremble. His mind had been besieged by waves of emotion since the moment his assistant showed him the surveillance footage confirming the woman was indeed Zoey.

to the city four years ago. Exactly four years-a curious coincidence. He had tried to get more information from Greenfield, but Rachel's contacts were tight-lipped, refusing to divulge any

accelerator, Fitch's car screeched to a halt in front of Zoey. Startled, Zoey took a step back as the window rolled down, revealing a familiar face

pursed, struggling

yearning to know if she was comfortable here, if she understood the local accent, and just how much pain he had caused her for her to prefer hiding away

and said, "Hello, are you lost? Looking for Rainbow Villa? You must be from out of

was

had been asked for directions before Rainbow Villa was a well-known historical district in Zion City popular among tourists.

the driver was just another

out of the car and

in behind Fitch's vehicle. Seeing

"Henry."