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!"

break free, but he pinned her

then she felt his weight

forcing her

no denying she had used all her might for that

of madness, Zoey felt a

memories of their rough encounters

been a

perverse pleasure in it, as if exposing a hidden

feeling nauseated by the mere touch

during the brief the had

enough? You

tightened, his eyes cold as

How shameless

few tens of thousands, she had

he had been rough with

She never complained.

it wasn't her

felt choked, unable

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

again, landing

hand trembled slightly, the

but after a few

emotions surged within

Let's

was gasping for air, tears her only

had let her go but still felt an unsettling rage within. He had never been slapped by

lit a cigarette, feeling her presence behind him,

"Aren't you leaving?"