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

was just a dream, not reality. If she let it affect her too

Nolan, right? He has autism. He's very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City

Autism?

wonder he almost fainted from a fever without saying a

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

rumors be true? Had his

the child's autism due to a lack of maternal

fell silent, his gaze fixed

dog's bark echoed outside, followed by a large dog

was

Zoey, the dog sniffed the air excitedly, its tail

couldn't elicit

ran to her, nudging her

it recognized her as its

its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your dog is

to pet

Fitch felt an almost unbearable urge to

I've taken good care of him,"

tell by his fur. And he looks like a mutt not at all

of Fitch's status would keep

petting the dog for a bit without a response, she turned. find

emotion