Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey felt an overwhelming force slam into her, sending her tumbling down the adjacent hillside.

Inside the car, the driver hammered the steering wheel with his fist and spat out the window in frustration.

"Damn it! How did she go tumbling down? We've gotta make sure she's dead!"

"Chill, man. With a fall like that, she's gotta be toast. Let's bail before we get spotted. This place is crawling with cameras. We can't

risk getting caught over a measly hundred grand."

"Aren't we gonna check on her?"

"Forget it! Let's get out of here. Someone's coming."

They sped off, leaving the scene in haste.

Rain drizzled from the dark sky, turning the road into a sludgy mess.

When Zoey regained consciousness, the world remained shrouded in darkness, and pain racked her entire body.

Trying to roll over, she felt a sharp agony in her bones.

Her face was drenched with the icy rain, and the desolate location offered no chance of being discovered or reported.

She attempted to crawl forward, but the pain was so intense it whitened her face, like countless needles piercing her skin, causing

her fingers to tremble.

The ground beneath her was soaked, the dampness seeping into her body, yet she couldn't feel the cold. All she wanted was to

survive.

a premonition—if help didn't arrive soon,

Miraculously, her cellphone was still inside. She breathed

clouded, driven only

dialed Fitch's number subconsciously, though

ringing, but she seemed deaf to the

Fitch was at the hospital, keeping company with

a stomach pump. The doctors said it was poisoning, and no one

suspect.

immediately ordered Belinda's

it was Zoey

a deep breath, Fitch unblocked Zoey's

moment he did, her call cthrough, as if she had a camera on

Fitch wondered if she had been calling

call, and without waiting

at the gala, and your mother's behind it. She claims you put her up to it. What have you

yourself, Zoey?"

connected, Zoey's mind briefly cleared, but hearing his voice,

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out again, puzzled by her silence. What was she playing at, calling him

turned

getting

implication was clear—if it was indeed her doing, he

propped herself up, clutching the phone

overwhelming, making even her speech seem laced with

managed, her voice not hoarse but