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

wasn't a place that didn't

be a cruel pattern in her life: everything she tried

steaming bowl of broth and placed it beside Zoey. “Drink ssoup;

slowly and tried to sit up, her stomach churning at the sight and

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

now and check on you later.

you've lost too much

and the fever, Zoey had lost a significant

a smile but found it impossible

a hospital gown with the window ajar, letting in a breeze that seemed

threaten to break her.

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

look up.

and a familiar presence made

wouldn't have been able to

him was exhausting, painful, and she never seemed to

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moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

first the'd cto see her of his own accord. But

of soup and flung it at

her turn to deliver the word he had hurled at

“Get out.”

brow furrowed. “What

almost laughed, reaching for a cup and throwing it at his forehead

out,” she repeated, her voice eerily

to rage, but then he saw something

noticed how much she had withered, the standard-size hospital gown

she looked at him, the light that used to shine

stood frozen, unable to

a while, the best he could muster was, “Don’t be

gesture of politeness in response to the scandalous videos that had