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!"

tried to break free, but he pinned

and then she

in his grip, forcing her to look

she had used all her might for that slap. Now, his

a moment of madness, Zoey felt a surge

rough encounters in bed flashing through his

always been a reluctant lover,

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

nauseated by the mere

brief the had lost

not enough? You still have

his eyes

you addicted, Zoey? How shameless can you

for a few tens of thousands, she had been nothing but an

been rough with her, she had cursed

She never complained.

it wasn't her choice

front of him, she felt choked, unable to

him, she had lost, giving him the right

to fall again, landing on the back of Fitch's

hand trembled slightly,

but after a

surged within him:

get out. Let's pretend

was gasping for air,

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

presence behind him, his voice colder than

"Aren't you leaving?"