Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Abner furrowed his brow, not particularly fond of Mr. and Mrs. Davis.

In Mrs. Davis's world, Mr. Davis was her everything.

And for Mr. Davis, it was all about maintaining his authority as the patriarch.

Neither had Shirley at the center of their universe. When Shirley finally realized this, it would break her heart.

"They didn't really invite me, did they?" Abner asked.

A flash of embarrassment crossed Shirley's face. The kid was too sharp for his own good sometimes.

Indeed, her parents were not keen on Abner and had specifically asked her to come alone tomorrow, emphasizing the point.

It was probably because they hadn't reached an agreement, thinking she was too stubborn, so they wanted a face-to-face discussion at home, just the three of them.

But Shirley, harboring a secret wish, had hoped to bring Abner along. Now, caught in the act, she could only offer a tight-lipped smile.

"I just wanted you to see where I grew up."

"I'll be there. I'll skip class tomorrow and try to come over early," Abner replied, earning a gentle ruffle of his hair from Shirley.

She had another reason for her insistence, rooted in unease.

clear stance felt like a solo battle, and only with Abner

morning, Shirley finally

lingered outside for an hour, as if killing

home used to be the highlight of

did she muster the courage

scent of her favorite meals greeted her. Mr. and Mrs. Davis were already seated at the table, Mrs. Davis even stood to take the grocery bag from

washed

the dinner

but

excuses

late.

her father said, as she noticed

another conversation about Mark, but

guard slowly lowered, the tension easing away with each

dishes, and though Shirley offered to help, her

her room, hearing the

left. Feeling a sudden feverish heat, she realized something was

coat, the bathroom

beat,