Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Leo was clearly struggling to wrap his head around this.

Olivia snickered with a mocking grin.

“Forgot already, did ya? You got hammered the night you came home, and we, well, had sex. If I’m carrying a boy, your family’s in for a world of hurt.”

Leo did remember that night, and now he was in a real pickle. If he divorced Olivia, the chances of him finding a wife again were slim to none, let alone someone willing to bear his children. He could very well end up childless. Now that Olivia was knocked up, at least his parents would have

grandchild to comfort them.

Maja was fuming seeing the three of them humming and hawing.

“Are you really okay with her sticking around?”

Truth be told, Leo had already busted Olivia with a side piece. Who knew if the baby she was carrying was even his.

Although Leo himself was no saint, with the house about to be bulldozed and 50 grand in his pocket, the future looked pretty cushy for them. If they let Olivia cause trouble at home, that money would just go down the drain. Neither Susan nor Daly dared to meet Maja’s eyes, she knew what they had decided.

Just then, Olivia started to lay into Maja, pointing her finger at her and cursing

good-for-nothing suddenly wants to divorce me, but it’s clear as day you’re stirring the pot, you home-wrecker! Your

up a glass of water and tossed it at Maja

to look at her, and Leo just kept his mouth shut. But Maja didn’t lose her temper. She simply grabbed her bag and said calmly. “Sorry for

but after all she had done, she had not received

threat stopped her. “If any of you go after that hussy, I’m getting art. abortion tonight!”

was enough to scare everyone into staying put

was

her mother’s grave. The cemetery was a two-hour drive away Maja drove there alone, guided by the light of her phone, carefully climbing the hill

to find some solace. She bowed

she was already cold inside, she didn’t notice it the whole

since Cristina married her father, she was the only one who

mother’s grave.

coat was soaked through, and her

why I always mess things up. I feel like

one would say I’m a child without a mother’s

really miss

the grave, silently crying, and speaking her

time she visited, Daly was with her and she couldn’t say much. This time, she was like a vulnerable child, pouring her heart out to the one she