Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Concede?

When had he ever conceded? How could he even utter those words with a straight face?

Zoey suddenly found herself at a loss for words on how to communicate with this kind of man-dictatorial, self-centered, and utterly oblivious to her feelings.

Her face turned pale in an instant, but considering Nolan was outside, she couldn't very well scream her lungs out. She had to appeal to his emotions and reason instead.

"You went out of your way to bring Nolan here to start kindergarten, and now you're planning to take him back. Have you even considered how he feels? Or is it that in Mr. Haskins' world, your feelings are the only ones that matter?"

Fitch's eyelashes drooped, brushing against the icy expression on her face. He offered a self-deprecating smile, "It doesn't matter what I do, you'll never like me anyway."

He let go of her and turned back to the pan on the stove.

Zoey watched his back, her tone turning conciliatory.

"I don't want to move to Greenfield. I don't understand what you're trying to do, Mr. Haskins. I don't have the confidence to believe you could be interested in someone like me. With your status, you could have any woman you want."

Fitch plated the toast and scrambled eggs, his voice carrying a deeper tone of resignation.

"Zoey, I only want you."

A sharp pain suddenly pierced Zoey's heart, tinged with a hint of panic.

She stepped back, her expression cooling.

the tray, headed outside, "Come out and eat. After

sat at the table, glancing between Fitch and

was perceptive, quickly sensing that something was off between the two. His eyes reddened, and he silently lowered his head,

With his cherubic face, it was all too easy

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"Teacher, no, fighting."

sensed the tension between

looked towards

comforting, sat across

if the tears weren't

own son.

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surge of anger. The child