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

and left Greenfield

smile spread across Mia's face at the thought. Her future sister-in-law would be one

like Zoey.

they'd opened the door. She expertly touched up her makeup and changed Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

outfit, always carrying a spare dress in her bag to conceal any signs of the

meticulously wiped the stains from her neck with tissues, tossed the ruined dress in the trash, and pulled

no one

the man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

dim lighting did little to obscure him from her recognition. She lowered her gaze,

without

she had done things that made her despise herself—calling him numerous

even degrading herself by seeking him

if it was to end, she wanted to hear it from him, not

her, treating her like a virus. Now,

made her heart sour.

was to blbut herself for giving

back to her car, but his voice

you cause trouble for

a punch to her gut. Anyone who knew Zoey even slightly would understand she wasn't one to

much less go looking

he didn't know

was squeezing her heart, her clenched

"No."

this world that could retract all feelings

everything to possess it.