Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Mia was practically beaming, gushing about Miss Bennitt of the illustrious Bennitt family with animated excitement.

“You probably don’t even stand a chance of seeing her face, bless your heart. I mean, she’s a Harvard grad. She's way out of your

league. Word on the street is you're just a run-of-the-mill college girl. Managed to claw your way up to this point—gotta admire the

hustle, though no telling how many beds you've bounced through.”

From the moment Zoey knew Mia was hot on her trail, she braced herself for the inevitable barrage of mockery.

She didn’t bother with a response, just hobbled forward.

Mia sneered, snapping a photo of Zoey'’s retreating figure and blasting it to her clique with a hearty dose of ridicule.

[You see? Limping like a beggar.]

[This chick really thinks she’s something, doesn’t she? Daring to throw a punch.]

[She does look like a beggar, Mia. Heard your brother's getting hitched to the Bennitts? Is that because of Tyler's influence?]

The Bennitts' vast fortune made their daughter the cream of the crop, leagues beyond Zoey.

Mia kept up the chat in the group.

[My brother's ripe for marriage, and the folks are pressing him. Miss Bennitt's coming hsoon, right? Looks like the parents on

have had

harbored their little

marry into the Bennitts likely

plenty of heiresses his age that Fitch

congratulations and silence, unsure

it to her car, her ankle swollen so badly she

driver's seat, gazing out at the bright lights in the

to fit in, this circle judged

own effort compared to years

the sting of humiliation fresh as she recalled the pitiful texts she'd sent

drove off. Every

through, she felt numb.

welling up at the sight

they shared was etched in

this all

as the phone asked

the only photo she had with Fitch. After tonight,

worlds apart. Getting close was

photo would erase the last shred

she couldn’t do it. She even

phone aside

sound in