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

to divorce me, but it’s clear as day you’re stirring the pot, you home-wrecker! Your own

of water and tossed

guard, Maja got drenched. Neither Daly nor Susan dared 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 the

had done, she had not received a word of thanks. She

wanted to go after Maja, but Olivia’s threat stopped her. “If

to scare everyone

clutching her purse tightly. She was hard-pressed to convey her sense of injustice.

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

reached the grave, she seemed to find some solace. She bowed her head and placed the flowers on

raining outside, and she felt cold. But maybe because she was already cold inside, she didn’t notice it the whole way there.

long her mother had been gone, but since Cristina married her father, she was the only

mother’s grave.

cried, but now her coat was soaked through, and her lips were trembling

I don’t understand why I always mess things up. I

still here, no one would say I’m a child without a

I really miss you…

silently crying, and speaking her

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