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!"

as she looked at Zoey, her face

forward, emerging from the crowd with

her, the murmur of onlookers filled the

blank, but then she remembered Maja's

breath, she

my mother a while ago. This isn't the

don't draginto scenes like this. I don't really know them. The disowning

From that point on, we were no longer mother

had been ugly, and

had opened Zoey's eyes to her

mother to

now,

lingering on Belinda for a few

her stepfather who had always

up a glass of wine from a passing

my real father. My mother divorced my

the unwanted kid, with her. This guy is my stepfather, a real piece of work. But my mom loves him

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

opportunity, like tonight. I've been in this situation four

Haskins and

calm, as if she was

her life she was

tbefore last, she caused a scene at my company, demanding Ms. Pennyfeather fire me. She threw a tantrum, aiming