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.

awake, and it was not a dream. She felt a wave of shame wash over her and immediately opened the window, considering jumping out to escape. But the outside was guarded by bodyguards. Even as she opened the window, one of them looked up, as if they'd been watching

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

night begin to surface, but she couldn't lash out in front of Nolan. Nolan was innocent,

a deep breath and

the living

an eye on her. Was

Fitch was there, cooking, which was

Haskins, I need to

and fixed his gaze on her.

he wasn't joking. She was almost amused by the absurdity,

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

the kitchen door, pulling her closer. "I

was so angry she didn't know what to say, her lips pressed tightly together, fighting the urge to slap him. The kitchen door was frosted glass, and anyone approaching could see their

grazed her neck as he leaned in to inhale her scent gently. "Let's have breakfast first. I've already called in sick for you at the daycare. You don't have