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

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

Tyler's connections, Fitch's willingness to marry into the Bennitts likely had something to do

age that Fitch could choose from,

into a mix of congratulations and silence, unsure of what else to

car, her

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

she tried to fit

was her own effort compared to years

humiliation fresh as she

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

through, she felt numb.

her eyes welling up at the

they shared was

was this all

the phone asked

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

apart.

would erase the last shred

it. She even created a hidden folder just for

her memories, she tossed the phone aside

then, her phone pinged—a faint sound