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.

she thought, dragging Zoey to the restroom whenever the mood struck and

and left Greenfield

future sister-in-law would be one of

like Zoey.

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spare dress in her bag

the stains from her neck with tissues, tossed the ruined dress in the trash, and pulled out a

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

man leaning against the wall, smoking a

to obscure him from her recognition. She lowered her gaze, feigning composure as

without a

made her despise herself—calling him numerous times only to

that met the sfate, even degrading herself by seeking him out. They

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

Fitch had refused to see her, treating her like a virus. Now,

made her heart sour.

was to blbut herself for giving her heart away too

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

you cause trouble

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

socialites, much less

it clear he didn't

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

"No."

feelings at the push of a button. If such

everything to possess it.