Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The next morning, Zoey woke up feeling like she had gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer. Her back ached, her muscles sore.

Fitch had been cooped up in the mansion for far too long and had to make a trip to the office today. Before he left, he showered Zoey with kisses, holding her face tenderly in his hands. Zoey wasn't used to such affection and tried to dodge his advances, slightly exasperated, "Okay, okay, you better head out now."

Fitch chuckled softly, finally letting go and leaving reluctantly.

As soon as he was out the door, Zoey dedicated her time entirely to Nolan. Though the image of the skyscraper she had seen the night before lingered in her mind, she wanted to visit it but couldn't bear the thought of leaving Nolan behind. So, she asked him, "Nolan, how about we go out for a little adventure?"

Nolan hesitated for a moment before nodding and reaching out, signaling he wanted to be carried.

Zoey smiled, lifting him up. "Let's take a little trip and then we can come back and continue our survival game, okay?"

"Mommy, whatever you want, Nolan supports."

His vocabulary had been expanding rapidly, especially since he noticed Zoey and Fitch's relationship, visibly brightening whenever they were together.

the memories of his mother and the toys she left behind. But, to her relief, Nolan seemed genuinely happy with her presence. This realization sparked a thought in

time, Zoey fibbed to the driver, suspecting he might report back to Fitch, especially after Fitch's peculiar behavior the

"Zoey, but..."

isn't holding me

had no more objections and simply nodded, "Please

securing Nolan in the passenger seat and driving off towards the direction of the skyscraper, a route she remembered clearly despite only

parked outside

Unbuckling Nolan, she carried

and

clung

intended to go inside, but suddenly felt overwhelmed by a sense of quilt, as if she had wronged someone there, though she couldn't pinpoint who or why. After hesitating for ten minutes, her courage failed

man. Stepping back to regain her balance, she saw he was dressed a tailor-made suit, his presence as commanding as Fitch's.