Remarry My Ex-wife: First and Forever Love.

ite them being undercooked, but the attempt at wooing me seems attached to a ridiculous document. The more I skim it, the more the grease used to make the pancake rises up my throat. I ca

en more that I am accustomed to this feeling. "Vincent, I stay at home because you don't want me working. You want me taking care of your mother twenty-four hours a day, the same mother who is still trying to set you up with half the females in your workplace!I-" "God, you are vindictive! That was one time and nothing happened. You cannot punish her because of something she did in ignorance." He defends in a boisterous tone that drowns out my sigh. "See, that's the thing; she knows exactly what she is doing. Do you know how often she rubs it in that I depend on you financially? You asked me to quit so that I can take care of her, yet-" "I'll pay for the surgery; you can tell her that you found a part-time job and made it possible to-» It's like speaking to a brick wall. "That's not the iss-" I begin my retort, but his eyes turn to the door. "Vincent! Honey!" My mother-in-law's call sounds from across the hall; he must have heard her door open, so his concentration on the topic dwindled. Our house is small, but Vincent wanted her to live with us because we did not have kids yet. I want kids. "Mother is up; I'll go see what she wants; you make her breakfast." "Wait, that's it? Don't you have something else to say to me?" "I will not apologise, Olivia, you are being selfish, and on that note, Mother wanted to go to the market in the afternoon before her dialysis; drive her there and keep her company; she is frail, so ensure she wears her jacket." He utters before turning away from me to exit his room to meet his mother, but that wasn't what I wanted him to say. "just. a simple 'happy anniversary' would have been..." I clamp