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

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

water and tossed it at

look at her, and Leo just kept his mouth shut. But Maja didn’t lose her

all she had done, she had not received

but Olivia’s threat stopped her. “If any of you go

was enough to scare everyone into staying

her eyes swollen red, clutching her purse tightly. She was hard-pressed to convey her sense of injustice. She felt as though she was a soulless

go back to her hotel, but went straight to her mother’s grave. The cemetery was a

she reached the grave, she seemed to find some solace. She bowed her head

she was already cold inside, she didn’t

long her mother had been gone, but since Cristina married her

mother’s grave.

soaked through, and her lips

always mess things up. I feel like I’m always

no one would say I’m a child without

really

knelt before the grave, silently crying, and speaking

with her and she couldn’t say much. This time, she was like a vulnerable child,