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 some ibuprofen.

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

were legally husband and

if Zoey questioned how

family's connections to obtain it from the city hall. If Zoey knew about the year she had

more.

in the past, the more frightened he

patience, "What

car horn outside, followed by

It was Henry Sullivan.

a trip abroad the next morning, yet here he was

still cuffed. She looked at Fitch, "Unlock this, I need to talk to

darkened, his wife openly making him a cuckold, and he was powerless to complain. He lowered his

scoffed, "Mr. Haskins, need I remind you, this

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

bodyguards, wondering when Fitch had moved into this neighborhood. Adding today's hang-up into the equation,