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,

that day clearly—it was when she had fallen out with

she bought had just failed catastrophically, and Murray was demanding

scrambling to gather

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spanning thousands of square meters. The displayed opulence in the video likely

of its true grandeur.

akin to a sewer rat masochistically peering into someone

face, she couldn't help but attempt

restarted her car,

Zoey was painfully

how could he

wasn't even worthy of carrying Wendy's

she realized this only pushed her

she wearily sank

that

made it

much, just reminding her to keep her distance

looked at the ceiling, forcing

"Don't worry, I will."

Meanwhile.

returned to the lounge, Tyler was still waiting for him, glancing

did you

a glass of whiskey, downing the majority in

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

makes no

that, Fitch stared into his glass,

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

might not even be real love; perhaps it was just

his losses now