Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey longed for sleep, but the rumble of a car engine outside jerked her awake.

Rising to part the curtains, she noticed a flurry of activity at the villa opposite hers, with people moving things in and out as if they were uprooting their lives in the dead of night.

She furrowed her brow. Were the neighbors moving out? But she hadn't heard a peep about their house being on the market.

And then she spotted the crew of workers sanitizing and arranging the place, carting in swanky furniture pieces.

Zoey lingered on the balcony for a moment, curious about who would soon call that place home.

She returned to bed, succumbing to sleep.

The next morning, while munching on breakfast downstairs, she overheard Miranda: "New folks moved in across the way. I did some snooping-turns out that place never even went up for sale. Some loaded buyer swooped in, dropped a cool four million, a hefty markup, and the sellers were over the moon. Sold it that very night, moved out before dawn. No idea who the newbies are."

Four million?

Who would cough up that kind of cash?

No wonder the sellers left in a jiffy-it was like winning the lottery.

Miranda sounded envious. "If only they'd bought our place. Ah, some folks have all the luck."

Zoey passed her some vegetables. "Mom, eat."

Miranda's heart softened a bit. "Zoey, your dad and I are ready. The bank wants us to head out tonight.”

"That soon?"

"Yeah, the hotel needs us to confirm our booking pronto, or it's a thousand bucks down the drain." Zoey felt a pang of sadness. "Okay, I'll help you pack after work."

"No need, honey. You've got your job. Don't be late."

As Zoey arrived at the kindergarten, she spotted Henry waiting outside the gate.

He didn't venture in.

She parked swiftly. "Henry?"

"Zoey."

circles; clearly, he hadn't slept a

for her, and he was sensible-keen not to let their relationship hinder his

was equally pragmatic. She wouldn't let romance

her lips, her

jet off tonight. How about we have both our families meet over lunch, sort of like

brightened, scooping her into

Zoey. Thank goodness you didn't

leaning in

blaring horn interrupted

beep! Honk

was a clear sign

looking toward the sound, his joy fading as he saw the emblem of a familiar luxury

Zoey's cheek

"See you at noon."

Blushing, Zoey nodded.

Henry drove off quickly.

other car, Fitch

"ghtheft

retreating figure.

belongs to

the scene outside, but acutely aware of his father's sour mood.

Nolan called out.

as he stepped

"Daddy's heart hurts."

his arms around his

him gently.

But