Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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As Wendy was ushered out of the Bennitt family Estate, a sense of bewilderment clouded her thoughts.

She had been on her knees, pleading for her family's support, but not one of them stood by her side. Even her brother avoided her

gaze as everyone maintained a complicit silence.

The happy facade of her past life seemed to crumble in an instant, revealing a brutal, raw truth.

She used to pity Zoey, who had been abandoned by her parents, shunned by everyone - even Fitch ditched her, and wouldn't spare

her a glance, no matter how desperately she sought his attention.

But in a cruel twist of fate, Wendy found herself in Zoey's shoes, discarded with chilling finality. Sitting dazed in the car, she

eventually arrived at a villa.

"Ms. Bennitt, you best hurry up and pack your bags. Your flight's in three hours, and don't bother coming back," the driver told her,

his voice echoing the decision made by the rest of the Bennitt family.

The family had publicly announced their verdict online, compensating the victim's family with a million dollars. But the public

outcry didn't stop; the online wars raged on, dragging the Bennitt nthrough the mud at every opportunity.

After packing her bags, Wendy felt her world collapse. She covered her face and sobbed uncontrollably.

"How did it cto this? It's my fault. | shouldn't have confronted Zoey; | shouldn't have demanded that little dog. It's all my

fault!"

But who was there to listen to her apologies now? Her eyes swollen from tears, Wendy still couldn't accept her fate. She longed to

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see Fitch just one more time.

"Could you driveto Fitch's mansion?" The driver was visibly impatient with her - after all, the video that went viral painted her

in such a terrible light that anyone with a conscience would detest Wendy.

She felt the sting of humiliation as her once-commanding presence had been reduced to seeking favors from those she had treated

as beneath her. Her nails nearly dug into her palms as she grappled with the indignity.

The driver headed to Fitch's mansion as night fell and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving, Wendy rushed to the grand entrance

of the mansion.

"Fitch, please, | need to see Fitch!"

She had adored him for years; how could he simply refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't he the reason for her downfall? It was

her intense love for him that had driven her to such extremes.

Her voice hoarse from shouting, the security staff refused her entry, and Fitch didn't cout to see her.

Wendy slumped to the ground, calling Fitch's number only to find she had been blocked. It felt like a sharp knife had been thrust

into her heart.

Occasionally, there were passersby who began to gather as they saw her.

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

"Yes, it's really her, that heartless woman. What's she doing here?"

"Get the hell out of the country!"

At first, there were few people, only two to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy, pale with fear, scrambled towards her car, only

to have a barrage of rotten vegetables hurled at her. She tripped and stumbled forward.

Were it not for the restraint of the crowd, she might have received slaps.

Wendy lay on the ground, feeling ever so humiliated; their gazes were like sharp knives, stabbing her heart and soul and leaving

her scarred and battered.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and burst into wail as passersby coldly pulled out their phones and filmed her, capturing every

moment of her disgrace.

Frightened by the moment of hostility, Wendy was so scared of the crowd and the world that she desperately longed for a quite

shelter to hide out in.

She hurriedly wiped out her tears and rushed to the car, the crowd's jeering laughter trailing behind her.

Once inside, she broke down again. The driver, frowning, delivered a harsh truth as she got out, "The pain of those you once

bullied is greater than what you're experiencing now, Ms. Bennitt. You brought this upon yourself."

Left alone outside the airport, Wendy only felt the words caustically deafening. She wrapped her scarf tightly around her head; she

now was afraid of people, fearful that everyone's gaze would be fixed on her.

She crept furtively onto the plane and into exile, but even abroad, she dared not venture beyond her small room. Stepping outside

meant facing a barrage of insults that seemed to follow her everywhere.

She dared not leave her house, cocooned within like a quail.

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