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

suddenly wants to divorce me, but it’s clear as day you’re stirring the pot, you home-wrecker! Your own house is a mess and yet you stick your nose into ours. Buzz off! We

water

off 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 intrusion.”

but after all she had done, she had not received a word of thanks. She felt

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

enough to scare everyone into staying

eyes swollen red, clutching her purse tightly. She was

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

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

outside, and she felt cold. But maybe because she was

had been gone, but since Cristina

mother’s grave.

now her coat was soaked through, and

mess things up. I

say I’m a child

really miss

silently crying, and speaking her mind.

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