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?

reality. If she let it affect her too

He's very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled

Autism?

adorable little boy, had such a condition. No wonder he

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

rumors be true?

child's autism due to a lack

silent, his gaze fixed on

outside, followed by a large dog rushing

was

sniffed the air excitedly, its tail wagging

Ozzy's enthusiastic tail-wagging couldn't

quickly ran to her, nudging her

have a good memory; it recognized

overwhelmed by its affection, "Mr. Haskins,

to pet Ozzy's

felt an almost

taken good care

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

of Fitch's

bit without a response, she turned. find

emotion