Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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The hospital ward echoed with Mia's piercing screams.

Having jetted to North America and back without rest, Fitch could only feel the throb of a headache setting in.

"Go home," Sharon urged him gently. "I'll stay here with Mia."

Without a word, Fitch turned on his heel and left.

At sight of his leaving, Mia burst into tears. "You might as well not be my real brother. You're so cold to your own family. I'm done

with you, done with being a Haskins!"

Sharon's grip tightened on Mia's wrist. "What nonsense are you spouting? You know exactly what kind of man your brother is. You

can say anything, Mia, but don't you dare speak to him that way."

Fitch had long been the appointed heir to the Haskins fortune; having to keep everyone else in line, he has shouldered more

burdens than they knew.

Sharon was acutely aware that it was not through any effort of their own but due to Fitch's favor in their father's eyes that her own

family has gained a comfortable position..

Without Fitch's protection, they would have certainly faced a harsher reality within the Haskins hierarchy.

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Mia's good life was the result of her brother's battles within the family empire.

Mia whimpered softly, with her shoulders shaking.

Sharon sighed. "Next time, speak kindly to your brother. His burden is heavier than anyone else's."

Outside the hospital, Fitch lit a cigarette and gazed up at the overcast sky, feeling the wind biting through his coat. Maja's words

haunted him: "Fitch, she might not survive every battle."

After he stubbed out his cigarette, a flicker of concern crossed his mind. He remembered Zoey. She had always taken his abuse

silently, never seeking revenge.

His disdain for her had tainted every impression, so his mind had always assumed the worst of her.

Lighting another cigarette, he thought of how Zoey was now locked up. He knew his mother's ruthlessness—if she wanted Zoey

gone, there would be no escape.

If Zoey died.

He'd always believed life goes on without anyone. If Zoey died, he'd continue as before—as if she'd never existed, as the

untouchable Fitch Haskins.

Though his thoughts were callous, his hands betrayed him; he reached for his phone to find out where she was.

He drove to the prison.

Zoey was escorted out by two officers, with a bruise marring her cheek and strangulation marks on her neck. Her orange jumpsuit

contrasted starkly with Fitch's impeccable suit, which accentuated his sharp features even in profile.

The handcuffs on her wrists made her feel like a fallen star, cast down from the heavens.

She shouldn't have been so greedy. If she hadn't been, none of this would've happened.

The officers left, leaving her alone with Fitch.

He sat across from her, his gaze fixed on the marks on her neck. It was obvious she'd had a rough time.

Yet he asked, "How's life on the inside?"

Zoey looked down, aware of her gaunt appearance; she knew she wasn't the type to dazzle at first sight anyway.

When she finally looked up, a forced smile crept across her lips. Even now, she worried if her current state would repulse him.

Oh, Zoey, always so spineless.

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