Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

After the lawyer left, she found herself staring blankly out the window, her thoughts suddenly drifting hto Ozzy.

She always made sure to leave plenty of kibble for Ozzy whenever she stepped out, but now she had been hospitalized for four

days.

Panic set in, and she quickly got out of bed, determined to check out and head hto see her furry friend.

But the moment her feet touched the floor, the room spun wildly.

With no other choice, she grabbed her phone and called Elvis.

“Elvis, can you swing by my place and check on Ozzy? He should have enough food, but I haven't been hin days.”

“Il head over right now,” he assured her.

Her heart softened at his response, and on impulse, she asked, “Could you bring him over this afternoon? I really need to see him.”

“Of course.”

Only then did she feel truly at ease.

True to his word, Elvis brought Ozzy to her in the afternoon.

Ozzy was a little bundle no bigger than a forearm and had to be carried.

The moment Zoey laid eyes on him, her complexion brightened considerably.

“Thanks,” she said as she took Ozzy into her arms from Elvis.

The little grey pup was quiet, probably sensing that Zoey was unwell. It lay still in her embrace, only its tail wagging furiously.

its head gently, then gave it a

there still food

set down a fruit basket and took a seat. “There's plenty.

“Thank you.”

leaning back

Zoey didn't want him catching anything, especially not

evident.

really. I'd rather

“You need to rest

the sat home, and I'm more comfortable there,” she

that he couldn't dissuade her, Elvis went to negotiate

reluctant, the doctor eventually prescribed a pair of

and Zoey, hobbling on crutches,

reached the ground floor and the elevator doors slid open, she saw

for a follow-up appointment and hadn't expected to

her crutches, moved awkwardly, ignoring Fitch as she shuffled past him, staying close to

having learned from the lawyer that she was hospitalized with what he thought was just

by her apparent severity.

into the elevator, stealing one last glance at her retreating

few steps to

his arm, “Fitch, what are you looking

turned away, pressing the elevator button with a calm

expression darkened, but she forced a smile. “That was Zoey, right? How did she get hurt?

her? They seemed close.”

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The check-up won't take long. Just wait foroutside in

nodded, suddenly craving a

out of the elevator, he made his way to the designated smoking area, which had windows overlooking