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

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

picked up a glass of water and tossed it

Leo just kept his mouth shut. But Maja didn’t lose her temper. She simply grabbed her bag and

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

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

was enough to scare everyone

walked out of 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 soulless

bought a bouquet of flowers, didn’t go back to her hotel, but went straight to 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

find some solace. She bowed her

because she was already cold

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

mother’s grave.

through, and

why I always mess things up. I feel

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

I really

before the grave, silently

much. This time, she