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.

strong urge to light up a

against the wall,

craft with their little hands when she felt an intense gaze upon her,

the room and locked eyes with

day, the girls in class had already been trying to chat

incredibly shy, responding with monosyllables, which left the

at her, hummed an acknowledgment, and continued to keep to himself. With

little voice piped up,

boy's voice was sweet, a typically

hurried over, squatting down next to

"I can't do this."

quickly sorted out the paper strips he had stitched

boy's cheeks flushed with excitement

Ms. March,

the

and she patted

to eat more veggies at lunch and not just pick out

her

Nolan

one

another resembled Tyler's current

Rocky, the wolf

was surprised; the child's craftsmanship was far superior to her

with videos to make animals she could now