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

not reality. If she

very 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, so please keep

Autism?

had such a condition. No wonder he almost

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

be true? Had his mother passed

autism due to a lack of maternal

his

followed by a

fur was glossy

sniffed the air

Ozzy's enthusiastic tail-wagging couldn't

to her, nudging

memory; it recognized her

felt overwhelmed by its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog

out to pet

this, Fitch felt an almost

care of

"Yes, can tell by his fur. And he looks like

someone of Fitch's status would

dog for a bit

emotion