Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Gemma quickly found Nolan in Zoey's office. Kids often seek their mothers first when upset, but with Zoey absent, Nolan sat alone, lost in thought in a corner. Gemma exhaled in relief, her face breaking into a smile.

"Nolan, why are you sitting here all by yourself?" she asked, walking over. She noticed the swelling on Nolan's cheeks, a clear testament to Mr. Jones's full-force slap. Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately cupped his face in her hands.

A look of disgust flickered through Nolan's eyes as he stepped back.

Truth be told, Gemma didn't genuinely care for Nolan; her attempt to appease him was only to get into Fitch's good graces. Deep down, she despised the boy.

After all, she was set to marry Fitch, and Nolan would merely be a stepson. His current plight was a consequence of his disobedience.

"If he keeps up this behavior, could he cause more issues once I'm married to Fitch?" she pondered, her expression cooling.

"Nolan, you need to behave, understand? You can't tell your daddy about getting hit. He's swamped with work, and bothering him with something so trivial would only make him resent you. And remember, your daddy's going to marry me. I'll be the one setting the rules, including how much money you get to spend. So, you better start learning to listen," she sternly grabbed Nolan, examining his swollen cheek.

The swelling was severe, unlikely to subside quickly, and with Fitch due to pick up Nolan later, she needed a quick solution.

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no good, eyeing the role of your stepmom, but she's not fit for your daddy. If you want to please me, and ensure a good life once I marry your daddy,

twisted in malice, and seeing Nolan on the verge of tears,

Zoey, make him despise her. This is all for your own

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Zoey will even make it back alive. Serving my father, she's getting off easy; I'm starting to regret

breath, assuming Nolan too young to understand, Nolan's eyelashes trembled, but

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in class, he pulled out the latest smartphone hanging around his neck

working from home, engulfed in meetings all day, trying to clear

melted, pushing aside his

"Nolan, what's wrong?"