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 against the

back screamed in pain, and then she felt

his grip, forcing her to look up into his

had used all her might for

a moment of madness, Zoey

memories of their rough encounters in bed flashing through his

been a reluctant lover, often

a perverse pleasure in it, as if exposing a hidden

feeling nauseated by the mere

the brief the had lost his memory, he had kissed her

hundred thousand not enough? You

grip tightened, his eyes

you addicted, Zoey? How shameless can you

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

rough with her, she had cursed her

She never complained.

wasn't her choice

front of him, she felt choked, unable

him, she had lost, giving

began to fall again, landing on

hand trembled slightly,

back, but after a few centimeters,

of emotions surged within him: anger, disgust,

get out. Let's pretend we

was gasping for air,

still felt an unsettling rage within. He had never been slapped by a

lit a cigarette, feeling her presence behind him,

"Aren't you leaving?"