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

pain, and then she felt his weight on

chin was suddenly in his grip, forcing her to look up into his

all her might for that slap. Now, his

moment of madness, Zoey felt

memories of their rough encounters in

had always been a

he had found a perverse pleasure in it, as

despised women, feeling nauseated by the mere touch of their

the brief the

thousand not enough? You

tightened, his eyes

you addicted, Zoey? How

tens of thousands, she had been nothing but an

been rough with her, she had cursed

She never complained.

it wasn't her choice

him, she felt choked,

lost, giving him the

began to fall again, landing on the back

trembled slightly, the

to pull back, but after a few centimeters,

of emotions surged

money and get out. Let's pretend we never knew each

air, tears her

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

lit a cigarette, feeling her presence behind

"Aren't you leaving?"