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,

she inched toward her bag. Miraculously, her cellphone was still inside. She breathed a sigh of

the quick-dial, her mind was clouded, driven

subconsciously, though

seemed deaf to the sound, continuously dialing with shaking

Fitch was at the hospital, keeping

rushed in for a stomach pump. The doctors said it was poisoning, and

suspect.

Belinda's capture

Belinda kept insisting it was Zoey who had

breath, Fitch unblocked

did, her call cthrough, as if she had

Fitch wondered if she had been

without waiting for

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

yourself, Zoey?"

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

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What was she playing at,

voice turned cold,

getting

it was indeed her doing, he wouldn't

by his words, Zoey propped herself up,

overwhelming, making even her speech seem

voice not hoarse