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.

herself for a man? Why be so

she

He's very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled here, the air is clean,

Autism?

No wonder

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

rumors be true? Had

to a

silent, his gaze fixed on her,

outside, followed by a large

grey fur was glossy

dog sniffed the air excitedly, its tail

Ozzy's enthusiastic tail-wagging couldn't elicit

to her, nudging her legs with its

have a good memory; it recognized her

its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog

to pet Ozzy's

felt an almost unbearable urge to

taken good care of

smiled, "Yes, can tell by his fur. And he looks like a mutt not at all what

of Fitch's status would

dog for a bit without a response, she turned.

emotion