Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch flicked his half-smoked cigarette into the nearby trash can with an air of impatience etched across his face. “Aren’t you tired of staring?” His voice was icy, betraying his irritation. Even without glancing around the corner, he knew exactly who the woman was. It was as if he could pick out her footsteps amidst the silence. Zoey stiffened, her fingers instinctively adjusting the mask on her cheeks, but she remained still. In Fitch’s hand, a matchstick sparked to life with a swift strike, as he lit another cigarette. Zoey had seen that particular matchbox before. She had tried to buy one, searching both online and in brick-and-mortar stores, to no avail. It must have been custom-made. Sometimes he preferred a lighter, other times these matchboxes. Now, he tilted his head back, exhaling a stream of smoke. Zoey’s eyes began to sting as she watched. She tugged at her mask and turned on her heel, clearly intent on walking away. She wasn’t fit to be seen like this, and with Cornelia and Wilma handling the negotiations, there was no risk of a slip-up. She needed to get out of there. When Fitch heard her footsteps recede, his eyelashes fluttered slightly. The hallway lights dimmed, leaving only the faint glow of his cigarette. After a while, he struck another match, watching it burn down to his fingertips. A wave of restlessness washed over him, unknown and vexing. He raked his fingers through his hair and tossed the stub of his cigarette into the trash can just as Tyler approached, likely seeking a smoke break of his own. “Fitch, how many have you had? The smell is choking,” Tyler leaned against the opposite wall, lighting a cigarette of his own, “I saw Zoey tonight, looked like she was managing a couple of talents. Ever since Maja left, she’s the big shot at the company.” “OK,” Fitch replied, sounding utterly disinterested. But Tyler wouldn’t let it go, “When you had memory loss, you were all over her.” Everyone thought Fitch had no recollection of that time, but Tyler knew, from the day Fitch came to his senses, that those memories were intact. If Fitch truly had forgotten, he would still be in touch with Zoey, treating her as before. But now, he wasn’t, and that said it all. “You said it yourself, it was during memory loss.” His voice remained flat, fingertips flicking ash, “Drop it. Don’t bring her up again.” “I wouldn’t mention it, but I just saw Mia and a few chicks following Zoey into the ladies’ room. Probably they were bullying her. Aren’t you gonna step in?” “She needs to learn from her actions,” Fitch said, unbothered. He

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