Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She didn't have the energy to reply now, but she was worried the message might be from a business partner.

[Yes.]

[I'm Wendy. Mia toldyou've been hounding Fitch.]

Zoey didn't know who Wendy was, but from what Fitch had said that night, she surmised this had to be the woman destined to

unite with him in matrimony.

Her fingers quivered, overwhelmed by an intimidating surge of feelings.

[I don't care what's happened between you and Fitch, but I'm the one who will be marrying into the Haskins family. Our parents are

already discussing our wedding. If you have any shame, I hope you'll stay away from him. You two are from different worlds.]

Ever since meeting Fitch, she had been continuously reminded that they hailed from different worlds.

Reluctant to accept this truth, the reality of confronting his official partner now submerged her in shame.

She didn't dare to respond and instead, opened Wendy's Facebook.

Wendy's Facebook mirrored that of typical high-society girls: a collection of study abroad photos, peppered with images of lavish

hotels, designer bags, and other unmistakably luxurious snaps.

Perhaps it wasn't a deliberate showboating; this might simply be her everyday reality.

There were even photos and videos of Wendy at Harvard, participating in competitions with international classmates.

Zoey scrolled through the feed as if she was addicted, careful not to leave any trace of her visit.

hour of compulsive scrolling, she paused on a

remembered that day clearly—it was when she had

had just failed catastrophically, and Murray was demanding his

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The displayed opulence

of its true grandeur.

a sewer rat masochistically peering into someone else's sunlit, blissful

attempt a laugh, which cout more like

her car,

that moment, Zoey was

was blind, how could he ever choose

wasn't even worthy of carrying

heart, she realized this only pushed her

her place, she wearily sank into

at that moment, checking

I've made

much, just reminding her

at the

"Don't worry, I will."

Meanwhile.

to the lounge, Tyler was still

did you

of whiskey, downing the

you serious about marrying Wendy? You barely know each other. Sure, she fancies you, but it's not

makes no difference to

Fitch stared into his glass,

to persuade him. Among their circle, who

not even be real love; perhaps it was just a fleeting confusion of emotions

now was