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 a

little schemes. Who

considering Tyler's connections, Fitch's willingness to marry into the

age that Fitch could choose from, but he singled

group fell into a mix of congratulations and silence, unsure of what else

Zoey had made it to her car,

seat, gazing out at the bright lights in the

fit

compared to years of

bitterly, the sting of humiliation fresh as she recalled

against the pain in her ankle, she drove off. Every cell in

through, she felt numb.

flipped through her phone, her eyes welling up at the sight

shared was

this all

delete, but as the phone

Fitch. After tonight, she'd

worlds apart. Getting close was

erase the last shred

it. She even

tossed the phone

then, her phone pinged—a faint sound in the dark