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

little schemes. Who wouldn't

willingness to marry into the

all, there were plenty of heiresses his age that Fitch could choose from,

into a mix of congratulations

Zoey had made it to her car, her ankle swollen so

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

matter how hard she tried to fit in, this

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

humiliation fresh as

in her ankle, she drove off. Every cell

through, she felt numb.

over, she flipped through her phone, her eyes welling

they shared was etched in her

this all

as the phone

had with Fitch.

apart. Getting

erase the last

She even created a hidden folder

the phone aside and

then, her phone pinged—a faint sound in the dark