Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Listen, it's not just a reminder, it's a full stop."

The words came out with a domineering edge as Fitch closed the book in front of him with a gentle snap. His voice carried a threat that was unmistakable, "If Little Stars Preschool can't handle this, I can always take my investments back to Greenfield."

The principal's face went pale as a ghost. If Fitch pulled his funding over this, he'd be the town pariah of Zion City!

"Mr. Haskins, I will make sure Ms. March is stopped."

A brief moment of softness flickered in Fitch's eyes as he opened the door beside him.

"Also, we need to ban all these outsiders from wandering in. If just anyone can stroll in with a bunch of flowers, who's going to guarantee our kids' safety?"

The principal had been about to defend Henry, who had played his violin at the school before and was a friendly face with his fancy college degree and international education.

But sensing Mr. Haskins' animosity towards Henry, the principal quickly amended his stance.

"Right, I'll make sure to inform the security staff. From now on, no one but the school employees are allowed in."

The corner of Fitch's mouth twitched up ever so slightly, "And concerning Nolan, I'll leave that in your capable hands."

The principal mopped the sweat from his brow, "Of course, of course."

After Fitch left the office, he sneaked a glance into the classroom.

He stood in a concealed spot, out of Zoey's sight, but with a clear view of her.

Despite having steeled himself for this moment all night long, seeing her standing there, safe and sound, still gave him an eerie sense of unreality.

to light up a cigarette but remembered where

the wall, silently observing

with their little hands

she scanned the room and locked eyes with Nolan in his quiet

his first day, the girls in class

incredibly shy, responding with monosyllables,

talk with him, encouraging him to mingle more, but he just stared at her, hummed an acknowledgment, and continued to keep to himself. With ten kids in the class, Zoey couldn't spend all her time with

voice piped up,

was sweet, a typically

over, squatting down

"I can't do this."

out the paper strips he had stitched

with excitement

Ms. March, you're

from the child was

deepened, and she patted

to eat more veggies at lunch and not

her hand back

Nolan had

one was

another resembled Tyler's current

third was Rocky, the

craftsmanship was far superior to

had practiced countless times with videos to make animals she