Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch glanced up, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds before he stood up. "Take the day off, Zoey. Nolan's old enough; he doesn't need constant supervision."

"But I should be working. How about I take him to the amusement park? Kids love those."

Fitch stiffened. "No need."

"Has he ever been?"

"No."

"Then why..."

"Zoey."

He called her name again, his voice suddenly hoarse. "Just stay in the villa for now. If you're bored, you can walk Nolan and Ozzy around the estate. It's vast, with many sights you haven't seen yet." Zoey didn't respond. His tone had shifted to something much heavier, as if carrying a secret.

She couldn't figure it out. On her first day, the assistant hinted she should stay in. It seemed like Fitch deliberately wanted her confined here.

She was puzzled.

Fitch had taken the day off, and for the next two months, all his meetings were switched to virtual. Even document reviews were done in the living room.

This meant Zoey and Nolan were always under his watchful eye.

She had assumed someone of his stature would be perpetually busy. Yet, for the following week, she saw him at the villa every single day.

Fitch received a call

brass said you haven't been

latest joint project, lan had passed by and decided to deliver it personally. He

"I'm not sick."

are you up

"On a business trip."

squinted, knowing full well there were no trips scheduled. Fitch had mentioned staying in Zion City for a while but returned within a week without contacting them. Without reaching out, lan doubted Fitch

before blurting out, "Have

that seemed unlikely, considering how reserved Fitch had

phone tighter, Fitch

you finally

Zoey's name

I've got to

stared at the disconnected call, feeling certain something

workaholic disappear for a week, cooped up

at Greenfield Gardens, Zoey overheard Maja scolding Craig Raymond through

I hadn't gone to the police station

to admit his

wasn't on purpose. Don't be

her temples, unable to hold back and pinched Craig's cheek. "Don't do it

lip, glaring at Rosemary Sanders with a mix of sadness