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

you’re stirring the pot, you home-wrecker! Your own house is a mess and yet

picked up a glass of water and tossed it at Maja

just kept his mouth shut. But Maja didn’t lose

but after all she had done, she had not

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

enough to scare

the alley alone, 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

her hotel, but went straight to her mother’s grave. The cemetery was a two-hour drive away Maja drove there alone,

she seemed to find some solace. She bowed her head and placed the flowers

she was already cold

gone, but since Cristina married her father,

mother’s grave.

cried, but now her coat was soaked through, and her lips were trembling from the cold.

understand why I always mess things up. I feel like I’m always the one left behind.”

you were still here, no one would say I’m

I really miss

knelt before the grave, silently crying, and speaking

say much. This time, she was like a