Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch's face still bore the imprint of Zoey's hand. Anyone claiming she hadn't put much strength into that slap would be telling

tales.

The stinging pain on his cheek was all he could focus on.

Ignoring Tyler's attempts to intervene, Fitch grabbed Zoey's wrist tightly and dragged her out of the bustling hall.

Carol made a move to follow but was stopped by Tyler.

"Ms. Miller, you can't get involved in their mess."

"What on earth is he planning to do?"

Tyler smirked, "After all these years, how many women have you seen lay a hand on Fitch? Even the Haskins elders wouldn't dare

cross him. Zoey's slap must have really ticked him off. But he's got a sense of restraint. He wouldn't actually hit a woman."

Carol scoffed, "You guys are all the same, no good men among you."

Her voice faltered, and she looked down, falling silent.

Tyler picked up a glass of wine from a nearby tray and took a sip, "Well, Ms. Miller, it all depends on what you consider 'good."

We've always judged by our conscience."

Carol didn't respond, her gaze fixed toward the villa as she lapsed into silence.

Meanwhile, Fitch had dragged Zoey to a secluded part of the garden.

"Let go!"

free, but he pinned her

back screamed in pain, and then she felt his weight on

grip, forcing her to look up into his

used all her might for

a moment of madness, Zoey felt a

of their rough

been a

had found a perverse pleasure in it, as if exposing a hidden

always despised women, feeling nauseated by the mere touch of their

brief the

not enough? You still have

tightened, his

you addicted, Zoey? How shameless can you

the very start of their deal for a few tens of thousands, she had been nothing but an

rough with her, she

She never complained.

her choice during

him, she felt choked, unable to

fell for him, she had lost, giving him the right to

landing on the back of Fitch's

slightly, the

pull back, but after a few centimeters, his

of emotions surged within him:

the money and get out. Let's

gasping for air, tears her only

had let her go but still felt an unsettling rage within. He

cigarette, feeling her presence behind him, his

"Aren't you leaving?"