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

a cruel pattern in her life: everything she tried

and placed it beside Zoey.

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

drained of color as she clutched her stomach,

on you later. The

you've lost

the fever, Zoey

but found it impossible

alone, Zoey leaned back and zoned out, wearing a hospital gown with the

threaten to break her.

to reality, followed by its opening. She assumed Cornelia had

look up.

made her turn. Standing by the

wouldn't have been able

was exhausting, painful, and she

voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

for shock, given it was the first the'd cto see her of his own accord. But then she picked up

soup and flung it at

to deliver the word he had hurled at her

“Get out.”

quivered, his brow furrowed. “What did

and throwing it

said, get out,” she repeated, her voice

but then he

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

she looked at him, the light that used to shine

stood frozen, unable to

best he could muster was, “Don’t be

cto offer compensation, a gesture of politeness in response to the scandalous