Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey's final words struck the air with such force that the room fell silent. After draining the last drops from her glass, she placed

the empty goblet back on the tray with a polite nod and smiled wryly at the gathered crowd. "Excuse me," she said, threading her

way through the throng of people and heading toward the exit.

Her words had been crystal clear, and it didn't take long for the whispers to start buzzing around her. Indeed, if Belinda truly loved

her daughter, would she go to such lengths to set her up in such a public setting? To orchestrate such a humiliation? It was a

calculated move to make Zoey a spectacle.

Zoey had fought tooth and nail to get where she was now, and everybody knew she was the hardest worker at Star Movie Group.

Yet, behind her back, she had a mother who was scheming to bring her down. Who could withstand such betrayal?

Pity replaced the scorn in the eyes of onlookers.

Belinda's face had turned ashen. She hadn't expected Zoey to play her cards so ruthlessly. She thought it was all that damn Maja's

fault!

Shaking with anger, Belinda turned to speak to Fitch, but before she could utter a word, she felt a chill settle over her.

"Scram," Fitch spat out coldly, motioning to his bodyguard to remove the disturbance.

Belinda was terrified of him; his gaze seemed to flay her alive. She was so petrified that she couldn't even squeak out a protest.

Her husband, attempting to intervene, received a sharp kick to the gut from the bodyguard.

Belinda adored this man to her soul; she would have taken the blow herself if she could.

"Dammit, are you trying to kill him?" she cried out. "Honey, honey, are you okay? I knew it, Zoey's a heartless wench, just

us now that she's made scash. Don't you worry,

else could only

heart was so twisted. To speak such words in front of a crowd,

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wonder what sins Zoey had committed in

hall returned to a hushed silence, the

of life must a woman have led to place a man above her

beyond their

anticipated, felt a

felt him trying to shake her

everyone

supposed to be about announcing his relationship

didn't push

delicately rested against his arm, her demure

Bennitts and the Haskins have

just got back and she's

and both families have always

in

began to

Fitch with shy pride, her lips curling into a

from over, and she

wine and took a slow, triumphant sip, already buzzing

the hall normalized, and the guests returned to their conversations and fine wines

never happened.

a trickle of blood staining her lips. The crowd was

ghost, Wendy looked into her wine

with this wine,"

right beside her, instinctively

server whispered nearby, "Zoey's mother touched that glass earlier. Maybe she doesn't

Fitch as her future son-in-law, it was plausible she would resent