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.

still gnawed at

If Zoey dared show her face tonight,

who might have helped her. She scrolled through her phone

name. He had blocked her

a glimmer of hope, it always led back to Fitch, as if she couldn't remember the pain he

kicked out of the house, left to starve for days, yet would wag

to open the

only the good.

Zoey felt like that

from Fitch countless times, dropping into negatives, a single kind

soaring back to a

she hesitated, a message from Tyler

out the online mess. Right after I sent him Yvonne's live

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

even knowing Tyler wasn't exactly

wasn't helping her out of genuine

was thankful for the

pondered this, someone entered her office with

crowd varied depending on the focus—finance or

readily agreed to

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

car

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

hurried to

with a

it took a moment before she caught

"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"

"Where?"

the waitress in the