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

their little schemes. Who

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

that Fitch could choose from, but he singled out a

a mix of congratulations and silence,

made it to her car, her

seat, gazing out at the bright lights in the distance,

hard she tried to fit in, this circle judged

compared to years of family business? It didn’t

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

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

through, she felt numb.

her eyes welling up at the sight of her one

they shared was etched in

this

but as the phone asked for confirmation, her finger

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

apart. Getting

would erase the

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

her memories, she tossed the phone aside and zoned out

faint sound