Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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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

seemed to be a cruel pattern in her life: everything she tried to hold onto inevitably slipped

with a steaming bowl of broth and placed

slowly and tried to sit up, her stomach churning at

of color as she clutched her stomach, “Cornelia, could I have a moment

her distress, Cornelia nodded. “I'll leave for now and check on you later. The nurses will bring

you've lost too

between the accident and the fever, Zoey had lost a significant amount

attempted a smile but found it impossible to

gown with the window ajar, letting in a breeze that

threaten to break her.

back to reality, followed by

look up.

presence made her turn. Standing by the

wouldn't have been able to stay

ever truly liked Fitch? Liking him was exhausting, painful, and

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moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

first the'd cto see her of his

of soup and flung

turn to deliver the word he had hurled at

“Get out.”

quivered, his brow furrowed. “What did you

cup and throwing it at his forehead with

she repeated,

he saw something in her

hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame. Her eyes no longer

him, the light that used

unable to comprehend this

best he could muster

gesture of politeness in response to