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 place that

seemed to be a cruel pattern in her life: everything she tried

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

blinked slowly and tried to sit up, her stomach

clutched her stomach, “Cornelia, could I have a

leave for now and check on you later.

lost

accident and the fever, Zoey

a smile but

out, wearing a hospital gown with the window ajar,

threaten to break her.

door snapped her back to reality, followed

look up.

a familiar presence made

been yesterday, Zoey wouldn't have been able to

liked Fitch? Liking him was exhausting, painful,

as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

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

and flung it

word he had hurled at her

“Get out.”

his brow furrowed. “What

for a cup and throwing it at his forehead with

she repeated,

he saw something in her eyes—a lifelessness that unsettled

much she had withered, the standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame. Her eyes no longer held

at him, the light that used to

unable

he could muster was,

a gesture of politeness in response to the scandalous videos that had