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.

for a man? Why

just a dream, not reality. If she

very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City

Autism?

condition. No wonder he almost

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

be true? Had his

the child's autism due to a lack of

his

dog's bark echoed outside, followed

was glossy and

sniffed the air excitedly,

couldn't

her, nudging her legs with its

good memory; it

affection, "Mr. Haskins, your

to

Fitch felt an almost unbearable urge to

care of him,"

And he looks like a mutt not at all what

was surprised someone of Fitch's status would

bit without a response, she turned. find

emotion