Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nolan's eyes had sparkled with excitement, but as he listened to her words, the light in them slowly dimmed.

Zoey didn't linger any longer; she headed straight for the small classroom.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, Fitch held his son tight and gently rubbed the top of his head.

"Does it hurt much?"

"Daddy, no, it doesn't hurt."

"Silly boy, he pushed you on purpose."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

Nolan didn't reply, just slowly bowed his head.

Fitch had seen the details on the surveillance video and had read the lips of the child who had pushed his son, whispering three words in Nolan's ear: "Freak show." It was clearly a deliberate push.

It was Nolan's first day in class, and he was already very popular among the other kids.

Fitch himself was skilled in lip-reading and knew exactly what the child had said just by watching the surveillance footage.

Affection among children is pure, as is their jealousy. Before the shove, the kid probably hadn't thought it would lead to Nolan getting hurt.

But now, Nolan wanted to be liked by Zoey, so he swallowed his hurt in silence.

However, Fitch couldn't stand to see his son mistreated.

Nolan had been in his care for four years and had never suffered such an indignity. Especially not at the hands of Zoey.

at the principal, who

a deliberate push, the consequences would

will give you an

had he finished speaking

let's... let

want to be disliked by

had promised her that he

Fitch instantly understood.

"You promised Zoey?"

a wave of sadness washed

he could drag Zoey over to see Nolan, to let her spend quality time with

blame for all this? It was his

for not seeing clearly, and for being

throat felt blocked, as if he couldn't

and though he opened his mouth to speak, in the end, he could only hold Nolan tightly. Nolan didn't say a word; his mind was filled with thoughts of the three Ozzy dolls Zoey

the school with Nolan in his arms, he happened to see Henry arriving to pick

stood not far off, watching

as the two of

and talked,

cold

and fierce inside.

from a distance, it looked

moved to cover Nolan's eyes, but his son was already asleep

sourness tinged the tip

*

his own car, his gaze still followed

his phone from