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."

respond, managing only a

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

to tremble. His mind had been besieged by waves of emotion since the moment his assistant showed him the surveillance

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 details. He couldn't believe he had

forceful press of the accelerator, Fitch's car screeched to a halt in front of Zoey. Startled, Zoey took a step

lips pursed, struggling

their child, and why she chose to live alone in this small town. He was yearning to know if she was comfortable here, if she understood the local accent, and just how much pain he had caused

lost? Looking for

silence was immediate; the

Zoey had been asked for directions before Rainbow Villa was a

the driver was

and stood before her, causing

Henry's car arrived, pulling in behind Fitch's vehicle.

"Henry."