Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nolan hung up the phone and massaged his eyes, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He sent up a silent prayer, hoping against hope that his mom was okay.

Meanwhile, Zoey found herself in a dire situation at the Jones residence, a duplex mansion sprawling over two floors, all belonging to the Jones family. The old man who had dragged her there pushed her onto a couch, where she hit her head against the wooden armrest, a painful lump forming instantly. It was enough to jolt her to full alertness.

In her blurred vision, she saw Mr. Jones beginning to disrobe with a disturbing eagerness. "Ms. March, from the moment I saw you at the office, I knew I liked you. And it turns out, I'm still single, and so are you. We could be a perfect match. Let's just get down to it, and once you're expecting, I'll give you a wedding. Don't worry, I'll break it off with all those other women immediately!"

Zoey's face turned ghostly pale. As Mr. Jones lunged at her, she tried to dodge, but the drugs in her system left her weak and sluggish.

Mr. Jones, missing his grasp, grew irritated but quickly regained his excitement. "Where do you think you're hiding, Zoey dear? Did you think someone would come to save you? Everyone I set my sights on ends up in my bed!"

Stumbling forward in an attempt to escape, Zoey tripped and fell. Mr. Jones grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her back as she felt an overwhelming urge to vomit, especially at the sight of his greasy face. "Let go of me!" she demanded, her tone angry yet somehow sounding enticing to Mr. Jones's twisted mind.

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