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

was short-lived as she

times, feeling a pang of inferiority. Wendy's life was a world

Fitch liked Wendy, regardless of her nasty personality. Just being born into

most.

up on herself, especially in relationships. Seeing

his gaze lost

that Fitch wouldn't be able to maintain his

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

now mixed

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

she managed, inching her way along

her surprise, Wendy stood

by Maja, reserved primarily for Star Movie Group's artists, and not

How had Wendy

fell, "Ms.

moment, Wendy barged in and, with a lack of any

to be so

pale, and sweat began to bead and drip

fear for her bones, the pain

by the door, Zoey's phone was out of

you're taking

composure.

mockingly, pretending to drop Ozzy, who had

seemed to split open at the thought of her dog

a cruel gesture, caught

threat to its life, its yelps