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.

the principal, who was

was a deliberate push, the consequences would

we will give you an

had he finished speaking when Nolan grabbed Fitch's

let's... let

to be disliked by

promised her that he would make friends with

Fitch instantly understood.

"You promised Zoey?"

a wave of sadness

wished he could drag Zoey over to see Nolan, to let her

for all

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

his throat felt blocked, as

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

see Henry arriving to pick up Zoey. Zoey, with her bag slung over her shoulder, knocked on the car window before sliding into

far off,

as the two

and talked,

cold

and fierce inside.

seatbelt, and from a distance, it looked as if

but his son was already asleep

sourness tinged the tip of his

*

own car, his

phone from the