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.

herself in half an hour of compulsive scrolling,

day clearly—it was when she had fallen out

bought had just failed catastrophically,

to gather

was about gratitude: Thank you for givingthe confidence to live in a castle. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

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

of its true grandeur.

to a sewer rat masochistically peering into

her face, she couldn't help but attempt a

her car, avoiding Wendy's profile

Zoey was painfully

was blind, how could he ever

even worthy of carrying

heart, she realized this only pushed her

her place, she wearily sank into the

that moment,

fine. I've made it

reminding her

looked at the ceiling, forcing a

"Don't worry, I will."

Meanwhile.

to the lounge, Tyler was still waiting for him,

did you do to

Fitch retrieved a glass of whiskey, downing the majority in one swift

serious about marrying Wendy? You barely know each other. Sure,

makes no difference to

saying that, Fitch stared into his glass, lost in

to persuade him. Among their circle, who really knew what genuine

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

now was