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.

the news online still gnawed at her,

hung up, a sly grin curled her lips. If Zoey dared show her face tonight, Wendy would ensure

She scrolled through her phone contacts, hesitating when

name. He had

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

house, left to starve for days,

that its owner had simply forgotten to

only the good.

Zoey felt like that

subtracted points from Fitch countless times, dropping into negatives, a single kind act on his

soaring back

hesitated, a message from

out the online mess. Right after I

raced at the message, a mix of surprise, disbelief, and

you,] she replied sincerely, even knowing Tyler wasn't exactly a good guy. He had

wasn't helping her out of genuine

she was thankful for the news

pondered this, someone entered her office with an invitation

events were common, but the crowd varied depending on the focus—finance or entertainment. Today,

readily

work their magic before Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

company car to

Wilma had collapsed from exhaustion after too many late nights.

hurried to the

moment she stepped in, mingling with a few

it took a moment before she caught the whispered

"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"

"Where?"

the waitress in the