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 that

she tried to hold onto inevitably

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

stomach churning at the sight and smell of the

drained of color as she clutched her

Cornelia nodded. “I'll leave for now and check on you

lost

Zoey had lost a significant amount

smile but found it

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

threaten to break her.

reality, followed by its opening. She assumed

look up.

presence made her turn.

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

was exhausting, painful,

crate with a tiny white dog inside. “To make it up to you,” he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

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

of soup and flung it at

word he had hurled at her the

“Get out.”

brow furrowed. “What did you

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

get out,” she

but then he

standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on

the light that used to

frozen, unable to

best he could

had cto offer compensation, a gesture of politeness in response