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.

gnawed at her, prompting her to

If Zoey dared show her face tonight,

Zoey puzzled over who might have helped her. She scrolled

had blocked her long

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

house, left to starve for days, yet would wag its

believe that its owner had simply forgotten to open the door, not

only the good.

felt

dropping into negatives, a single kind act on his part would send

soaring back to a

she hesitated, a message

the online mess. Right after I sent him

a mix of surprise, disbelief,

even knowing Tyler wasn't exactly a good guy. He

He wasn't helping her out of genuine

thankful for

entered her office

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

she readily agreed to

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car to the

detour to the hospital delayed her. Wilma had collapsed from exhaustion

Zoey hurried to the soirée, arriving fashionably

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?"

the waitress in the