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

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

placed it beside Zoey. “Drink ssoup; you're

to sit up, her stomach churning at the sight and smell

her stomach, “Cornelia, could I have

now and check on you later. The nurses will

you've lost too much

the fever, Zoey had lost a significant amount of

attempted a smile but found it impossible to

zoned out, wearing a hospital gown with the window ajar, letting in a

threaten to break her.

at the door snapped her back to reality, followed

look up.

made

yesterday, Zoey wouldn't have been able to stay composed, but now, she

truly liked Fitch? Liking him was exhausting,

up to you,” he said, his voice as detached

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

her silence for shock, given it was the first the'd cto see her

and

the word he had

“Get out.”

quivered, his brow furrowed.

for a cup and throwing it at his forehead with all

she

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

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

looked at him, the

stood frozen, unable to

the best he could muster was,

compensation, a gesture of politeness in response to the scandalous