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

group harbored their little

marry into the Bennitts likely had something to

that Fitch could choose from, but he singled out a

a mix of congratulations and silence, unsure

car, her ankle swollen so badly she

bright lights in the distance,

how hard she tried to fit in, this circle judged by

effort compared to years of family business? It didn’t stand a

chuckled bitterly, the sting of humiliation fresh as she recalled the pitiful texts she'd

she drove off. Every cell in her

through, she felt numb.

eyes welling

they shared was

was this

phone asked for confirmation, her finger

with Fitch.

worlds apart. Getting close

photo would erase the

couldn’t do it. She even

phone aside and zoned out

her phone pinged—a faint sound in