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.

losing herself in half an hour of compulsive scrolling, she paused

day clearly—it was when she

failed catastrophically, and

scrambling to

castle. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

abroad, spanning thousands of square meters. The displayed opulence in the

of its true grandeur.

masochistically peering into someone else's

couldn't help but attempt a laugh, which

car, avoiding

that moment, Zoey was

was blind, how could he ever choose

even worthy

inferior in matters of the heart, she realized this only

place, she

called at that moment,

Miller, I'm fine. I've made

her to keep her

at the

"Don't worry, I will."

Meanwhile.

the lounge, Tyler was

you

retrieved a glass of whiskey, downing the majority

know each other. Sure,

anyone makes no

saying that, Fitch stared into his

try to persuade him. Among their

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

now