Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Maja had overslept until noon, waking up with a nasty headache. Her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.

She quickly picked it up.

It was a call from Susan, sounding quite urgent.

“Maja, I’ve been calling you for a while now, and you didn’t pick up. Did something happen? I was

about to send your uncle to check on you.”

Maja glanced at her missed calls. Five from her aunt. No wonder she was worried.

“I’m fine. I stayed up late last night and was too tired to hear the phone.”

Upon hearing this, Susan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, “Are you still visiting your mom today?”

“Yeah, I’m up now. I’ll grab some flowers and head over.”

“We’ve already bought flowers. I’ll have your uncle wait for you at your place. When you’re ready, find

him; he can take you there.”

After hanging up the phone, it didn’t take Maja more than five minutes to get ready and head out to

meet Daly.

Daly handed her the bouquet, “Heard you stayed up late last night. I’ll drive-You can rest in the

passenger seat.”

“Alright.”

As Maja settled in the passenger seat, she caught a whiff of the faint smell of gasoline. Despite regular

maintenance, Daly’s car, which he had been driving for many years, still couldn’t entirely get rid of the

smell of gasoline and leather.

The car jostled its way to their destination.

Maja got out of the car with the bouquet in hand and found her mother’s grave.

Maja came here every year. Sometimes, if she was too busy, she might come a few days earlier or

later, but she knew her mom would understand.

Thinking about all the recent events at home, she felt down and wanted to talk to her mom alone.

Daly was waiting for her not far away, so she didn’t say much.

The grave looked like it had been tidied up a bit. She gently placed the bouquet in front of the

tombstone, quickly wiped her eyes, and returned to Daly’s side. “Let’s go.”

Daly was smoking. Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, he wanted to say something, but didn’t. He held his

cigarette in one hand and gently patted her shoulder with the other.

As the two were about to get in the car, a motorcycle came from a distance, carrying a man and a

woman. The motorcycle stopped in front of them. Olivia got off and snatched the car keys from Daly,

angrily saying,

“Do you know I was supposed to go out with my friends today? I told you not to use this car for the next

three days, but you didn’t listen. You two can walk home!”

The Elston family only had this one car. Even though it had been driven for many years, it still cost over

$20,000 when they bought it.

Olivia needed the car to meet her friends, but when she saw it wasn’t at home, she asked Susan and

found out it had been driven here. Now that she had the keys, she got in the car, slammed the door,

stepped on the gas, and left.

Maja frowned, “Uncle, are you guys really going to let her treat you like this?”

She had always known that Olivia was bossy at home, but she didn’t expect her to become so lawless.

What was worse, were they really supposed to walk home? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

It was too far from home, probably a two-hour walk.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll get a coworker to pick us up.”

This was the first time Maja had encountered someone as selfish as Olivia. But since Daly and Susan

could tolerate her, she didn’t say anything.

Because of her cousin, Daly and Susan always felt like they owed Olivia something.

“Uncle, I’m fine. I just feel like you guys are being bullied. She hasn’t worked for years, and you’ve

been given her all your salaries. Yet she still bosses you around. If my mom knew…” She stopped

herself mid-sentence, not saying more, and slowly started walking the way they came.

Daly followed like a scolded child.

A car horn sounded in the distance, and then two cars stopped in front of them.

Mr. James rolled down his window, seeing Daly, “You guys came here without a car?”

Daly quickly explained, “Someone took the car. Bob, could you give us a lift?”

Mr. James glanced awkwardly at the back seat where two bosses sat. They were easygoing, “Get in.

But there’s only one spot. Have your kid ask the car ahead if she can get a ride.” There were only two

people in that car, and no one else dared to ride with them.

Maja figured it out, the car ahead must belong to lan.

Was lan the boss planning to develop the Crystalbrook Valley tourism business?

She walked to the car window and politely knocked.

“Mr. Raymond, we’ve run into some trouble. Can I catch a ride with you?”