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

had gone through Wendy's Facebook page many times, feeling a pang of inferiority. Wendy's

Wendy, regardless of her nasty personality. Just

most.

herself, especially in relationships. Seeing

window, his gaze

maintain his composure if she were

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

mixed with

sound of the doorbell. Moving to the door

but she managed, inching her way

surprise, Wendy stood

owned and managed by Maja, reserved primarily for Star Movie Group's artists,

in. How had

face fell, "Ms.

moment, Wendy barged in and, with

to clooking for trouble, let alone to be so bold

and sweat began

for her bones, the pain

the ground by the door, Zoey's

now you're taking my pet—that's illegal," Zoey protested, trying

composure.

pretending to drop Ozzy, who

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

gesture, caught

threat to its life, its