Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Wendy fumed as she scrolled through the online comments flipping in favor of Zoey. Seething, she immediately reached out to

John.

John was in a tight spot himself, having targeted Zoey only at Wendy's behest, and now found himself on the receiving end of a

warning from the higher-ups.

"Ms. Bennitt, I'm out of this game," he confessed, weariness in his voice. "The bigwigs have givena warning. Sorry, but you'll

need to find someone else."

The line went dead, and Wendy sat in disbelief. How dare slow-level agent hang up on her? She had only been polite to give

him face; it was her good upbringing. Who did he think he was?

She promptly tried to contact the company's top brass, but as soon as they heard it involved Zoey, they declined with veiled

excuses.

After she was rebuffed twice, her complexion darkened.

Watching as the online community shifted from attacking Zoey to condemning Yvonne, Wendy's expression grew even uglier.

However, a call from the Bennitts' provided a silver lining, inviting her to a soirée that evening to meet with Fitch.

"We'll subtly reveal your connection with Fitch tonight at the party," they told her. "You've just returned hand haven't mingled

much. You need to attend more events like this in the future."

Her mood lifted, and a smile graced her face for the first tthat day. She immediately agreed and began trying on evening

gowns.

news online still gnawed at her, prompting

If Zoey dared show her face tonight, Wendy would ensure

puzzled over who might have helped her. She scrolled through

had

it always led back to Fitch, as if she couldn't

left to starve

simply forgotten to open the door, not that

only the good.

Zoey felt

Fitch countless times, dropping into negatives, a single kind act on

soaring back to

a message from

must have been Fitch who sorted out the online mess. Right after I

message, a mix of

Tyler wasn't exactly a good

up . He wasn't helping her out of

for

this, someone entered her office with an invitation

depending on the focus—finance

she readily

hours before the event, allowing her styling team to work their magic before Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

car

the hospital delayed her. Wilma had collapsed from exhaustion after too many late nights. After

alright, Zoey hurried to the

stepped in, mingling with a few partners, the spotlight above suddenly illuminated

it took a moment before she caught the whispered conversations around

"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"

"Where?"

waitress