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.

only with Abner by her side did she feel a semblance

next day, after a busy morning, Shirley finally drove

arrived early but deliberately lingered outside for an hour, as

of her day, but now it

she

and Mrs. Davis were already seated at the table, Mrs. Davis even stood to take the grocery bag

washed over

dinner

a while, but she

her excuses of

late.

as she noticed a drink already poured for

had braced herself for another conversation about Mark, but after finishing her drink, his name

tension easing

help, her mother insisted, "Go rest in your room, your father

the door lock behind her. A sense of unease

parents had left. Feeling a sudden feverish heat,

coat, the bathroom

beat, thinking it