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

as she

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

personality. Just being born

most.

had a habit of giving up on herself, especially in relationships. Seeing the picture Wendy

seated by a window, his gaze lost

maintain his composure if she were by his side. Aside from

properly. At first, it was his deliberate difficulty and

mixed

home, Zoey was startled by the sound of the

managed, inching her way along

her surprise, Wendy

reserved primarily for Star

walk in. How had Wendy gotten

fell,

the next moment, Wendy barged in and, with a lack of any courtesy, kicked

for trouble, let alone to be so bold in someone else's home. Pain shot

pale, and sweat began to bead and drip

made Zoey fear for her bones, the pain was

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

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

composure.

laughed mockingly, pretending to drop Ozzy,

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

a cruel gesture, caught Ozzy mid-fall

the little dog understood the threat to