Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nolan Haskins' fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheet. Although young, he could see clearly-Mom didn't like Dad. Now, someone was trying to take Mom away, and Dad was panicking.

Nolan was also panicking, but what worried him more was the fear that even if Mom knew, she wouldn't change her mind. He opened his mouth, then closed it, not knowing what to say.

Fitch Haskins wrapped his arms around Nolan, gently patting his back. "Easy there, just try and get some sleep."

Nolan lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

Fitch tucked him in and stood up to leave the room.

As he reached the staircase, he glanced at Zoey March sitting on the couch. One of her hands was cuffed to a nearby shelf, making escape impossible, and her face showed signs of distress. Seeing Fitch approach, her expression darkened further.

Fitch sat beside her, pausing for half a minute without saying a word. It was Zoey who broke the silence.

"Fitch, what do you really want?"

Instead, Fitch asked, "Thirsty?"

She was indeed a bit irritated.

two glasses of water and brought out

at a loss; he

husband

what if Zoey questioned how the marriage certificate came to

the year she had served, how would she see

more.

more ruthless Fitch had been in the past,

was losing her patience, "What do you want

then, they heard a car horn outside, followed by someone

It was Henry Sullivan.

be preparing for a trip abroad the next morning, yet here he was at

was momentarily anxious, trying to stand up, but her hand was still cuffed. She

and he was powerless to complain.

Haskins, need I remind

rang, Henry's voice coming through. "Zoey? Are

seen Fitch's car, noticed several bodyguards, wondering when Fitch had moved into this neighborhood. Adding today's hang-up into the equation, he couldn't help