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

be a cruel pattern in her life: everything she tried to hold onto inevitably slipped away, even a mere

and placed it beside Zoey. “Drink ssoup; you're weak,”

sit up, her stomach churning at the

clutched her stomach, “Cornelia, could I have a moment alone,

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

you've lost too much

and the fever, Zoey had lost a significant amount

a smile but found it

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

threaten to break her.

reality, followed by its

look up.

a familiar presence made her turn.

yesterday, Zoey wouldn't have been able to

Fitch? Liking him was

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moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

given it was the first the'd cto

of soup and flung it

the word

“Get out.”

his brow furrowed. “What

and throwing it

get out,” she repeated, her voice eerily

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

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

the light that used to shine from

stood frozen, unable to

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

in response to the