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.

degrade herself for a man? Why

not reality. If she let

there tomorrow. You wanted to know what's up with Nolan, right? He has autism. He's very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled here, the air is clean, which might

Autism?

wonder

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

rumors be true? Had his mother

autism due to a lack of maternal

suddenly fell silent, his gaze fixed

followed by a large dog rushing

grey fur was glossy

dog sniffed the air excitedly, its tail

tail-wagging couldn't

nudging

good memory; it

by its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog

to pet Ozzy's

Fitch felt an almost unbearable

taken good care of him," he suddenly

his fur. And he looks like a mutt not at all

Fitch's status

dog for a bit without

emotion