Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

After a morning of shopping, Shirley was completely worn out upon returning to their apartment.

Abner started working on his homework at the desk, and Shirley couldn't help but feel a sense of pride seeing him so focused.

She pointed to a small empty space next to them, about six square feet.

"How about I set up a desk here for you? It would be convenient for your studies. Or we could put it in your bedroom. Where would you prefer?"

"In the bedroom, I think. I don't want to disturb you."

"Then the bedroom it is. That way, you'll have your own space."

Abner's bedroom was fairly spacious, about 215 square feet, so fitting in a desk wouldn't be a problem.

Shirley hung up the clothes they had bought in the closet and placed the new shoes in the shoe rack outside.

"Abner, I'm going to dispose of these old clothes and shoes that don't fit you anymore. You can wear the new ones from now on."

Abner quickly stood up, "I'll do it."

"Don't worry, you don't know where the trash chute is. It's in the basement."

Shirley was just too kind, so much so that Abner felt bad speaking loudly.

However, in the evening, Mr. Davis called again, this time with a more severe tone, likely because Mark had complained to him again.

Shirley, already exhausted, rubbed her temples.

"Shirley, Mark told me you've taken in a kid. What were you thinking? Do you have any idea how much it costs to raise a child? And the boy's in high school, practically a young man. You're letting him live with you? You're getting more and more disobedient!"

Shirley was already stressed, and dealing with her breakup with Mark only added to her frustration.

"Dad, he broke up with me."

"Then buy him a gift, make up. You were talking marriage, and you split over an outsider? And this kid you've brought home, send him back. You always act on impulse without considering the consequences!"

"I have thought about the

consequences. I've brought AbnerText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

into my home and I'll be responsible for him until he finishes college. don't know what Mark has been filling your head with, but I couldn't stand to watch a diligent kid get wasted away."

"Shirley! You think you're so independent now. If it weren't for your mother and me, where would you get the money to support a child? You can barely support yourself, and now you want to take on someone else's burden?"

Hearing this, Shirley felt a chill in her heart.

She had saved up a bit of money from her part time jobs, especially after participating in some competitions with her professor, earning a decent amount. She had given her parents $20,000 and still had $30,000 saved up. She couldn't believe she was being spoken to like this.

She had always thought her parents were liberal-minded, but everything seemed to change when it came to Mark.

Holding the phone, her voice was hoarse.

"I won't send Abner away. My breakup with Mark wasn't because of him. We had too many issues, too many fundamental differences." "Shirley, I do not approve of you taking in that child. If you insist on defying me, I'll come there myself and make him leave."

"Dad!"

Shirley couldn't believe things had escalated to this point.

Turning around, ready to say more, she saw Abner standing quietly behind her, obviously uncomfortable.

Feeling guilty, she continued to explain on the phone.

"I won't change my mind. If you're going to be like this, then maybe you shouldn't consider me your daughter anymore."

"You!"

Shirley hung up the phone.

Mr. Davis was shaking with rage.

"How did she become like this? Too

much independence isn't good

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either. We should talk to her teacher.

We shouldn't have let her enter those competitions. Now she thinks she's all that because she has a little money."

Mrs. Davis was full of worry. "If Shirley is willing to take in that child, it means he has many good qualities. You know how she's always been, never caused us any trouble." "That doesn't mean she can do whatever she pleases! What will people think? Does she not want to get married anymore?"