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 was

it was a deliberate push,

Haskins, we will give you an explanation for this," the

finished speaking when Nolan grabbed

let's... let it

to be disliked

had promised her that he would

Fitch instantly understood.

"You promised Zoey?"

Nolan nod, a wave of sadness washed over

see Nolan, to let her spend

to blame for

then, for not seeing clearly, and for being too heartless. Now, all the

his son, but his throat felt blocked, as if he couldn't utter a

tightly. Nolan didn't say a word; his mind was filled with thoughts of the three Ozzy dolls Zoey had promised to

arms, he happened to see Henry arriving to pick up Zoey. Zoey, with her bag slung over her shoulder,

not far off, watching

as the

and talked,

cold

and fierce inside.

seatbelt, and from a

but his son was already asleep

sourness tinged the

*

got into his own car, his gaze still followed the other

up his phone from the side