Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Belinda eyed the old man with a shrug, unfazed by his indifference. Turning to Fitch, she rubbed her hands together.

"Wow, what a bash this is, huh? I've never seen a shindig this swanky in my life! You really are something, my future son-in-law.

Honey, con over and say hello."

The man behind her was still draped in a coat, but he didn't seem embarrassed in the least. Strutting up to Fitch with all the airs of

a patriarch, he said,

"I'm Zoey's dad. We've raised Zoey all these years, and if you want to be with her, you've got to get past us first."

It was as clear as day that they were after Fitch's money.

Fitch's expression was icy, so cold it seemed like he could freeze everyone in their tracks.

Wendy stood nearby, her smile twitched at the corners of her mouth before settling into a fixed gaze on Zoey in the crowd.

"Zoey, maybe you should clear things up with your parents. You and Fitch have nothing to do with each other. They must have

gotten the wrong end of the stick."

At those words, Belinda's face fell.

"What do you mean they got it wrong? Zoey told us herself!"

she looked at Zoey,

emerging from the crowd with her

her, the murmur of

moment, Zoey's mind went blank, but then she remembered Maja's

a deep breath,

This isn't the first tI've been put in an awkward spot, but please, in

draginto scenes like this. I don't really know them. The disowning was mutual, starting

From that point on, we were

had been ugly, and it was Maja who had to step in and smooth things

opened Zoey's eyes to her

her mother to be even thicker-skinned than she'd

now,

lingering on Belinda for a few seconds. For sreason, Belinda

shifted to her

picked up a glass of wine from a passing server's tray, and took

her isn't my real father. My mother divorced my dad because he didn't make

my stepfather, a real piece of work. But my mom loves

that she even resented me, her own daughter. Now that I've made

tonight. I've been in this situation four or five times before, including one

Haskins and Ms. Bennitt

smile was eerily calm, as if she was recounting someone else's

her life

demanding Ms. Pennyfeather fire me. She