Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She couldn't fathom why she was plagued by these dreams, especially ones about Fitch.

Sweat coated her forehead, and her lips trembled.

Just then, Fitch entered the room, moving to sit beside her on the bed and instinctively reaching out to check her forehead.

Zoey recoiled instantly, avoiding his touch.

Suspicion filled her eyes as she clutched the blanket tightly.

Fitch's hand paused mid-air, his fingertips curling slightly before he withdrew.

"Nightmare?" he asked.

Zoey nodded. It was indeed a nightmare.

Even now, she felt a lingering fear, so much so that Fitch's familiar face seemed alien to her.

She had thought Fitch was unreasonable a few days ago, disregarding her opinions and acting like some cold, heartless king.

But the Fitch in her dreams was worse, seemingly torturing her on purpose.

And those conversations at the police station-they trampled on her dignity.

She couldn't understand why she was so entangled with this man in her dreams.

Her heart felt uneasy. She even wished she could enter her dream and slap her tormented self.

a man? Why be so

was just a dream, not reality. If she let it affect her too much, she was being

attached to me. I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled here, the air is clean, which might be good for his condition. He hasn't interacted much with others,

Autism?

a condition. No wonder

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

the rumors be true? Had his

child's autism due to a

his gaze fixed on her,

followed by a large dog rushing

grey fur was glossy

the

tail-wagging couldn't elicit much reaction from

her, nudging

a good memory; it recognized her as its

by its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog is

reached out to pet Ozzy's

Fitch felt an almost unbearable

taken good care of him," he

fur. And he looks like a mutt not at

of Fitch's status would keep

dog for a bit without

emotion