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

reality. If she let it affect

working 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 be good

Autism?

adorable little boy, had such a condition. No wonder

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

be true? Had his

due to a lack of maternal

his gaze fixed on

outside, followed by a large dog rushing

grey fur was

dog sniffed the air

tail-wagging couldn't elicit much reaction

to her, nudging her legs

it recognized her as its

affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog is quite

out to pet Ozzy's

an

care of him,"

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

Fitch's status would

petting the dog for a bit without a response, she

emotion