Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Shirley wiped away his tears and, as she gazed at his face, she couldn't help but think, "Wow, Abner is really handsome. No wonder he has so many admirers."

She chuckled and ruffled his hair a bit.

"Alright, no more tears. You're seventeen and still crying. What's that about? I got you a birthday present."

She gently pushed him back and opened the box at her feet.

Inside was a beautifully wrapped gift box.

She placed the gift box in front of Abner, her face brimming with a smile.

"Go on, open it."

Abner, still with red eyes, sat up straight on the couch and opened the gift. "Thanks, Shirley."

Just as he said that, Shirley's phone rang-it was the delivery guy, saying the cake had arrived.

She opened the door and waited for the delivery guy to reach her floor before going out to collect the cake.

The cake was a petite 4-inch one, small but exquisitely made.

By now, Abner had unwrapped the gift box, revealing a pair of limited-edition sneakers.

Shirley explained, "I heard from Mr. James that you enjoy playing basketball in gym class and that you're pretty good at it. So, I thought a new pair of sneakers would be perfect for you to wear on the court." Abner, now somewhat familiar with the brands, realized these sneakers weren't cheap, and his voice turned hoarse.

"Yeah."

Shirley put the cake on the coffee table and lit two candles on it, with the number seventeen on top.

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into a smile.

shared the

pushed

to bed. I'll clean

"Alright, I'm really beat."

rubbed her eyes and headed toward

the couch, slowly enjoying

ret

until he was full. He then carefully covered what was left and

Shirley got him,

his room, he

solving three sets of

day, she had to head to Solstice College to

her entire

time with Abner in

day doing homework until she returned, then brought out dinner

"Shirley, dinner's ready."

countless times not to bother with cooking, but he

makes me feel at peace.