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.

stood up to fetch two glasses of water and brought out some ibuprofen. "Still

pill untouched. Fitch felt somewhat at a loss; he had mentally prepared himself before coming down. Yet, facing her, he found himself

certificates, telling her they were legally husband and wife, that she now

questioned how the

was after she went to prison that he used the Haskins family's connections to obtain it from the city hall. If Zoey knew about the year she had served, how would she see

more.

had been in the past, the more

was losing her patience, "What do you want to

heard a car horn outside, followed by someone

It was Henry Sullivan.

was surprised; after being hung up on earlier, Henry was supposed to be preparing for a trip abroad the next morning, yet here

stand up, but her hand was still cuffed. She looked at

cuckold, and

I remind you,

her words, the doorbell rang, Henry's voice coming

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