Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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As the last wisp of smoke curled into the air, Fitch flicked his cigarette butt into the trash can beside him without a second glance.

He then opened the door to his room and headed to the adjacent bathroom to wash the lingering scent of tobacco from his fingers.

Back in the hallway, Wendy had just finished her check-up. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him.

"Fitch!" she called out, trotting over and grabbing his arm with both hands. "The doc says one of the tests won't be in until

tomorrow. I'll fill you in then."

Fitch nodded, suppressing the urge to pull his arm away.

The two settled into the car, Wendy's face growing somber. She took a deep breath, her mind racing over Fitch's earlier expression.

He had gone out for a smoke—was something bothering him? Could it be because of Zoey?

She couldn't understand it. How could that tramp Zoey get to him?

A woman from that kind of background wouldn't pass on any good genes to her children.

Wendy's grip tightened on her phone. Stealthily, she snapped a photo of Fitch and sent it to Zoey. Zoey never dared to delete

Wendy's contact.

Meanwhile, Zoey had made it back to her place, after Elvis, being a man, felt it inappropriate to linger and had left with a reminder

that she should call if she needed anything. Now, it was just Zoey and her dog Ozzy.

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Ozzy was ecstatic to be home, circling around her feet, rubbing against her legs. Zoey's mood had lifted with her dog's antics, but

it was short-lived as she saw the message from Wendy.

She had gone through Wendy's Facebook page many times, feeling a pang of inferiority. Wendy's life was a world apart from her

own. And Fitch liked Wendy, regardless of her nasty personality. Just being born into her circumstances was a privilege compared to

most.

Zoey had a habit of giving up on herself, especially in relationships. Seeing the picture Wendy sent was disheartening. Fitch looked

serene, seated by a window, his gaze lost in the distance.

She scoffed to herself, imagining that Fitch wouldn't be able to maintain his composure if she were by his side. Aside from their

cozy interactions at the villa, they hadn't really communicated properly. At first, it was his deliberate difficulty and sarcastic

remarks, now mixed with disdain.

After resting for another day at home, Zoey was startled by the sound of the doorbell. Moving to the door was a chore with her

crutches, but she managed, inching her way along the wall.

To her surprise, Wendy stood outside.

The neighborhood was exclusively owned and managed by Maja, reserved primarily for Star Movie Group's artists, and not just

anyone could walk in. How had Wendy gotten in?

Zoey's face fell, "Ms. Bennitt?"

At the next moment, Wendy barged in and, with a lack of any courtesy, kicked at Zoey.

Zoey hadn't expected Wendy to clooking for trouble, let alone to be so bold in someone else's home. Pain shot through her

leg, her face turned pale, and sweat began to bead and drip down her forehead.

Wendy's high heels made Zoey fear for her bones, the pain was excruciating.

Sitting awkwardly on the ground by the door, Zoey's phone was out of reach.

"You're breaking and entering, Wendy, and now you're taking my pet—that's illegal," Zoey protested, trying to maintain her

composure.

Wendy laughed mockingly, pretending to drop Ozzy, who had begun to whine, sensing danger.

Zoey's heart seemed to split open at the thought of her dog being harmed. Instinctively, she reached out to catch him, but Wendy,

in a cruel gesture, caught Ozzy mid-fall herself.

Even the little dog understood the threat to its life, its yelps becoming more frantic.

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