Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The housekeeper cinto the den with a message that set Fitch's teeth on edge. “Sir, Ms. Bennitt is at the front gate. Should I let

her in?”

Fitch felt an immediate distaste at the thought of seeing her. He had pegged her as a stable sort, never imagining she could stir up

such scandal.

“No,” he replied, his voice sharp with finality. After his brief response, he grabbed his coat from the rack and exited through the

back door.

It wasn’t until he pulled up to the pet store that he realized why he had driven there.

Ozzy was gone, and in a way, it was on his conscience. It only seemed right to get a new puppy for Zoey as a gesture of

atonement.

But as he walked among the rare breeds, his gaze kept being drawn to a memory of a scrappy little gray mongrel that somehow

seemed more sincere, more beautiful than the ones before him.

Hesitating only a moment, he chose a pristine white pup and, carrying it in a crate, inquired about Zoey’s whereabouts.

Learning that she was in the hospital, he immediately set off in that direction.

Halfway there, he realized that he wouldn't normally do such a thing for anyone else. His brow furrowed as he pondered whether it

was his involvement that had dragged Zoey into this mess to begin with.

Pressing the accelerator, he continued toward the hospital.

Zoey's fever had broken, and she was awake, though her lips were cracked and bloody. She said nothing, staring blankly at the

ceiling, haunted by dreams of Ozzy wagging his little tail, and then of Wendy heartlessly dropping him from a height. Pain throbbed

a place that didn't

she tried to hold onto inevitably slipped away, even a mere

walked in with a steaming bowl of broth and placed it beside Zoey. “Drink ssoup;

stomach churning at the sight and smell of

she clutched her stomach, “Cornelia, could I

leave for now and check on you later. The nurses will bring your meals.

you've lost too

fever, Zoey had lost a

but

leaned back and zoned out, wearing a hospital gown with the

threaten to break her.

knock at the door snapped her back to reality, followed by its opening. She assumed Cornelia

look up.

closed, and a familiar presence made her turn. Standing

Zoey wouldn't have been able to stay composed, but now, she

him was exhausting, painful, and she never seemed to

up to you,” he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

for shock, given it was the first the'd cto see

and flung it at

her turn to deliver the word he had hurled at her the

“Get out.”

brow furrowed. “What did you

a cup and throwing it at his forehead with all the strength she

out,” she repeated, her voice eerily

to react, to rage, but then he saw something in her eyes—a lifelessness that

the standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame.

at him, the light that used to shine from

stood frozen, unable

a while, the best he could

politeness in