Get My Ex-Wife To Love Me Again

uined and hard to distinguish near the newly built bridge connecting the Imperial Capital Cit

ngs changed, and of course, without the presence of the

ull of muscles at first glance, but he also excluded a gloomy aura, like an abandoned spirit wandering in

uffy mattress he and his former wife used only on weekdays when they had free time

ittle girl on it was just around 15 years old, still living in school, while he was alrea

marry in her life, but on the contrary of the little girl clasping the man's left arm with joy, the man was expressionless as ever, not even showing a little bit of curl in his thin lips. Zachandro, r

, and the green vine bulging outside of his hands was

calls rang. He stood and hurriedly grabbed his phone, looking at the caller. Sure enoug

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en a an ash that could be used to his former wife funeral, so despite of the complaints and rude words that was closely acquainted or even a former colleagues of his wife that had a good relationship with them, he doesn't made a funeral

ow what he was feeling at that time, but he knew that he couldn't let Xiara go, so he tried

almost enthusiastic tone that the caller on the other line felt flattered. The old bones of the caller arch slight

off for the first time by his usually cold and silent client at the other

tone. Zachandro once again calmed down and regained his composure in just a m

ce but carried them with a lot of eagerness that the old

e a trip to everywhere while keeping their whereabouts

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old caller who was hanging up was silent for a while, stuck out his tongue once again, but still obediently processed some things in his computer. His fi

detective salary, but he didn't hold grudges for too long when a document was finally

squinted his eyes and curled up his lips gently as his fair but rough fingers, becaus

e wind, leaving only silence in the room, but instead of a gloomy atmosphe