Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As the last wisp of smoke curled into the air, Fitch flicked his cigarette butt into the trash can beside him without a second glance.

He then opened the door to his room and headed to the adjacent bathroom to wash the lingering scent of tobacco from his fingers.

Back in the hallway, Wendy had just finished her check-up. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him.

"Fitch!" she called out, trotting over and grabbing his arm with both hands. "The doc says one of the tests won't be in until

tomorrow. I'll fill you in then."

Fitch nodded, suppressing the urge to pull his arm away.

The two settled into the car, Wendy's face growing somber. She took a deep breath, her mind racing over Fitch's earlier expression.

He had gone out for a smoke—was something bothering him? Could it be because of Zoey?

She couldn't understand it. How could that tramp Zoey get to him?

A woman from that kind of background wouldn't pass on any good genes to her children.

Wendy's grip tightened on her phone. Stealthily, she snapped a photo of Fitch and sent it to Zoey. Zoey never dared to delete

Wendy's contact.

Meanwhile, Zoey had made it back to her place, after Elvis, being a man, felt it inappropriate to linger and had left with a reminder

that she should call if she needed anything. Now, it was just Zoey and her dog Ozzy.

Ozzy was ecstatic to be home, circling around her feet, rubbing against her legs. Zoey's mood had lifted with her dog's antics, but

short-lived as she saw

Wendy's Facebook page many times, feeling a pang of inferiority. Wendy's life was a world apart

regardless of her nasty personality. Just being born into her circumstances was a privilege compared

most.

in relationships. Seeing the picture Wendy sent was

his gaze lost in

to maintain his composure if she

villa, they hadn't really communicated properly. At first, it was his deliberate

mixed with

resting for another day at home, Zoey was startled by the sound of the doorbell.

inching her way

her surprise,

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in. How had

face fell,

the next moment, Wendy barged in and, with

to be so bold in someone

face turned pale, and sweat began to

for her bones, the

the ground by the door, Zoey's phone was

taking my pet—that's

composure.

drop Ozzy, who had begun to

to split open at the thought of her dog being harmed. Instinctively, she

a cruel gesture, caught Ozzy mid-fall

little dog understood the threat to its life, its yelps becoming