Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"The bathroom's still there, I just got an upset stomach, heading home early."

The nerve of this little con artist, lying through her teeth without as much as a blink. "Stella, you really think I'm a fool?"

"Beck, why would you say that about yourself?"

Beck choked on his words, struggling for breath.

It was always him leaving others speechless.

He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath.

"You know where I live, right? Catch a cab over."

Stella propped her chin on one hand, squinting her eyes, "Beck, it's 10 PM, might be a bit inconvenient."

"Is it inconvenient, or are you scared?"

Stella let out a sigh, seemingly conceding.

"Alright, I'll come over."

Her prompt agreement caught Beck off guard, making him wonder if she had another trick up her sleeve.

scared

for that one percent share of the Sanders family? Better to get her out of his hair sooner rather than later. He returned to his mansion, gently wiping the bruise

two hours later, Stella

1 AM, Beck's face was as dark as

called Stella again, who seemed to

"Beck, what's up?"

barely managed to restrain

riding a tractor, you should've been here

rubbing

I'd come over, but I never said when. I was planning to come over in the morning, maybe have breakfast at your

grinding his teeth, vowing to give her a piece of his mind when

grimaced, the

impossible to sleep, tossing and turning

AM,

not slept a wink, went

bumped into Stella at the bar the previous night,

she was in light makeup, wearing a blue dress, her hair in soft curls reaching her waist.

"Beck."

retort Beck had prepared got stuck

changing her shoes

Sanders family, she had