Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

But she had no choice but to comply. Zoey feared that if she kept resisting, Fitch might actually take further action. Taking a deep breath, she randomly flipped to a page and began to read aloud. Her voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Yet, hearing her voice, Fitch felt a sense of tranquility wash over him. Her scent lingered on the tip of his nose as he smiled slightly, pulling her closer into his embrace. They sat there in silence, just holding each other, without a word.

Zoey read on, repeating the lines several times until she herself began to feel drowsy. The day's events had been too much, and with her nerves stretched tight throughout, now that she was relaxing, her eyelids started to droop.

Her voice trailed off, growing lower and lower until it finally faded away. Fitch stood up, gently took the book from her hands, and laid her down on the bed.

She was fast asleep, her eyes still swollen, not finding peace even in her dreams. He traced his fingers delicately across her face. Her features were the same as they were four years ago, yet now, they bore countless signs of defiance.

His lips moved down, planting soft, dense kisses along her neck. He didn't leave any marks intentionally. Zoey only felt a tickle, too tired to open her eyes.

Fitch continued until the sky began to brighten; only then did he reluctantly lie beside her.

one beside her. Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, she thought everything from the previous day was just a dream. But she was now fully awake, and it was not a dream. She felt a wave of shame wash over her and immediately opened

downstairs. She saw the polite Nolan sitting on the couch, holding the storybook Fitch had asked

paused, feeling the anger she had been suppressing since last night begin to surface, but she couldn't

took a deep breath and

for the living room door.

clearly there to keep an eye on her. Was Fitch really planning to

turned back, heading to the kitchen. Fitch was there, cooking, which was the last

her expression remained cold. "Mr. Haskins, I need to go to

put down the spatula and fixed his gaze on her. "The noon

She was almost amused by

go back to Greenfield with you? I have a home here, a

closed the kitchen door, pulling her closer. "I thought after last night, you'd learn to

didn't know what to say, her lips pressed tightly together, fighting the urge to slap him. The kitchen door

at the daycare. You don't