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

group harbored their little

the Bennitts likely had something to do with his

that Fitch could choose from, but he singled out

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

had made it to her car, her ankle swollen so

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

fit in, this circle judged by generational

effort compared to years of

humiliation fresh as she recalled the pitiful

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

through, she felt numb.

welling up at

was etched in

this all

delete, but as the phone asked

she had with Fitch. After

were worlds apart.

would erase the last shred of

eventually, she couldn’t do it. She even created a hidden folder just

phone aside and zoned out

her phone pinged—a faint sound in the dark that