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

her—there wasn't a

she tried to hold onto inevitably slipped away, even

of broth and placed it beside

sit up, her stomach churning at the sight and smell

face drained of color as she clutched her stomach, “Cornelia,

check on you later. The nurses will bring your

you've lost

and the fever, Zoey

smile but found it impossible

leaned back and zoned out, wearing a hospital gown with the window ajar, letting in a breeze that

threaten to break her.

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

look up.

presence made

yesterday, Zoey wouldn't have been able to stay composed, but now, she felt nothing but

truly liked Fitch? Liking him was exhausting, painful, and she never

it up to you,” he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

shock, given it was the first the'd cto see her of his own accord. But then she

soup and flung

her turn to deliver the word he had

“Get out.”

quivered, his brow furrowed. “What did

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

out,” she repeated, her

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

much she had withered, the standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame. Her

the light that used to shine from

frozen, unable

best he could muster was, “Don’t be

in response to the scandalous videos that had