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

group harbored their little schemes. Who

willingness to marry into the Bennitts likely had something to do

that Fitch could

of congratulations and silence, unsure of

made it to her car, her ankle swollen so badly she couldn't

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

how hard she tried to fit in,

own effort compared to years of family

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

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

through, she felt numb.

welling up at the sight of her one

was etched in her

was this all

but as the phone asked for confirmation, her

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

were worlds apart. Getting

photo would erase the

it. She even created a

the phone aside and zoned out

phone pinged—a faint sound in the dark that jolted