Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Meanwhile, Zoey forced herself to drive away from the moment she got into her car.

She didn't glance at Fitch. Their cars nearly brushed past each other, but she didn't turn her head, gripping the steering wheel with

both hands, eyes fixed ahead.

Only about half a mile down the road did she realize she'd taken the wrong turn. She was supposed to be heading home, yet here

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A self-deprecating laugh escaped her lips - she still couldn't keep her cool around him. Even though everyone said she was out of

his league, called her shameless, she just couldn't let go.

That was Zoey. No matter how badly Belinda treated her, she desperately soaked up any scrap of affection like a parched sponge,

telling herself it was okay.

Then there was Murray. Seven years of a relationship where she'd shoulder hundreds of thousands in debt, even though he flirted

with the boss's daughter. There was a twhen Zoey had hoped he'd cback around.

With every love, she placed herself at rock bottom, down in the dust. But her feelings for Belinda, for Murray, they had evaporated,

packed away with enough disappointments to leave quietly.

She couldn't let go of Fitch, maybe because she hadn't amassed enough disappointment yet.

door to her place, a scruffy little dog

coat

been swamped at work;

had adopted during their ttogether in that fancy villa,

remember.

sfood she prepared

water, she cleaned

her legs, still wagging. Zoey's heart melted as she

the most obedient dog she'd ever met. She had installed cameras at home, and when

was still young, mostly sleeping, waking up to eat, then back to sleep, never much of

fuss.

deep breath, cuddling the dog on the couch for a while before posting

"Meet my Ozzy."

on her post, [Cool nfor

Fitch's idea, but Tyler

went back to playing with little Ozzy. Tyler stared at the post for a long while

sending it to Fitch.

from Zoey's place, the

a shower and working from home, Fitch frowned upon reading

in his phone's gallery. Prompted by Tyler's question,

by the bed, in the garden, cooking,

the deeper his frown, a strange emotion stirring within. His body

photo.

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