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

a loss; he had mentally prepared himself before

marriage certificates, telling her they were legally husband and wife, that

what if Zoey questioned how the marriage certificate came to

from the city hall. If Zoey knew about the year she had served, how

more.

in the past, the more

was losing her patience, "What

car horn

It was Henry Sullivan.

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

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

a cuckold, and he was

I remind you, this is

her words, the doorbell rang, Henry's voice coming through. "Zoey?

wondering when Fitch had moved into this neighborhood.