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

not reality. If she let it affect

I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled here, the air is clean, which might be

Autism?

little boy, had such a condition. No wonder

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

rumors be true? Had his

due to a lack of

suddenly fell silent, his gaze

dog's bark echoed outside, followed by a large

was

sniffed the air excitedly,

enthusiastic tail-wagging couldn't elicit

to her, nudging

good memory; it recognized her as its

by its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog is

to

Fitch felt an almost unbearable urge

good care of him,"

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

someone of Fitch's status would

for a bit

emotion