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

sides have had

in the group harbored their little schemes. Who wouldn't want to snag

marry into the Bennitts likely had something

there were plenty of heiresses his age that Fitch

mix of congratulations and silence, unsure of what

had made it to her car,

slid into the driver's seat, gazing out at the bright lights in the distance, feeling like an outsider to Fitch's

to fit in, this circle judged

compared to years of family business? It

fresh as she recalled the

drove off. Every cell in her body seemed to scream

through, she felt numb.

eyes welling up at the sight of

memory they shared was

this

as the phone

the only photo she had with Fitch. After tonight, she'd

worlds apart. Getting close was

photo would erase

and eventually, she couldn’t do it. She even created a

memories, she tossed the phone aside

her phone pinged—a faint sound in the dark that jolted her