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,

push,

an explanation for this," the

finished speaking when Nolan

let's... let

want to be disliked

he had promised her that he would make

Fitch instantly understood.

"You promised Zoey?"

a wave of sadness washed over

let her spend quality time with him and

was to blame for all this? It was his

for not recognizing his feelings back then, for not seeing clearly, and for being too heartless. Now,

son, but his throat felt blocked, as if

hold Nolan tightly. Nolan didn't

in his arms, he happened to see Henry arriving to pick

stood not far off,

the two of

and talked, feeling

cold

and fierce inside.

to fasten Zoey's seatbelt, and from a distance, it looked as if they

cover Nolan's eyes, but his son was already

sourness tinged the tip

*

car, his gaze still followed

up his phone