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

she

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

regardless of her nasty personality. Just being born into

most.

on herself, especially in relationships. Seeing the picture Wendy sent was disheartening. Fitch

window, his gaze lost in

be able to maintain his composure

properly. At first, it was his deliberate difficulty

now mixed with

startled by the sound of the doorbell. Moving to the

but she managed, inching her way along the

her surprise,

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

walk in. How had Wendy gotten

fell,

barged in and, with a lack of

trouble, let alone to be so bold in

face turned pale, and sweat began to bead

heels made Zoey fear for her bones, the

on the ground by the door,

now you're taking my

composure.

drop Ozzy, who had begun to

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

gesture, caught

little dog understood the threat to its life,