Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Mia wasn't exactly known for her sharp wit; she had a short fuse, especially when provoked. The snide remarks from a clique of

mean girls only fueled her rage as she grabbed Zoey by the hair, intent on slamming her head against the wall.

But, as if scripted by scosmic playwright, someone chose that moment to knock on the restroom door.

It was always the same. Just when she was getting her sadistic kicks, someone would interrupt her fun in the ladies’ room.

Mia rolled her eyes and let go of Zoey's hair.

"You got lucky this time," she hissed. "And lettell you something, sweetie, stop dreaming about my brother. He's way out of

your league."

With that, Mia flipped her hair disdainfully and glanced at her posse.

"Let's go."

"Mia, we're just gonna let her off, just like that?" one of the girls whined.

"People are coming. If word gets out, it won't look good for us," Mia replied curtly.

After all, Zoey was representing Star Movie Group, a company with sclout in the industry. If it got out that Mia and her crew

were bullying Zoey, there'd be hell to pay.

The Haskins family might help Mia squash the bad press, but she worried about her brother taking an interest in Zoey again, and

that could lead to a whole other set of problems.

the restroom whenever the mood struck and tormenting her until

it anymore and left Greenfield

future sister-in-law would be one of the rich young ladies, not

like Zoey.

into a stall the moment they'd opened the door. She expertly touched up her makeup

a spare dress in her bag to conceal any signs of the

neck with tissues, tossed the ruined dress in the trash, and

when she was sure no one could tell what had happened did she

upon seeing the man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. It was

her recognition. She lowered her

past without a

that made her despise herself—calling

degrading herself by seeking him

end, she wanted to hear it from him, not through the coldness of a

a virus. Now, she had managed to collect her

made her heart sour.

blbut herself for giving her heart away

her pace, hoping to make it back to her car, but

cause

question felt like a punch to her gut. Anyone who knew Zoey even slightly

less go looking

clear he didn't know her at

if something was squeezing her heart, her clenched hand throbbing with

"No."

feelings at the

everything to possess it.