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 saw the message from

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

nasty personality. Just being

most.

especially in

his gaze lost

imagining that Fitch wouldn't be able to maintain

villa, they hadn't really communicated properly.

now mixed with

home, Zoey was startled by the sound of the doorbell. Moving to the door was a chore with

managed, inching her

her surprise, Wendy stood

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

could walk in. How

fell, "Ms.

barged in and, with a lack of any

clooking for trouble, let alone to

pale, and sweat began to bead and drip down

high heels made Zoey fear for her bones, the

awkwardly on the ground by the door, Zoey's phone was out

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

composure.

Ozzy, who had begun to whine, sensing

thought of her dog being harmed. Instinctively, she reached out to catch him,

cruel gesture, caught Ozzy

to its