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

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

blinked slowly and tried to sit up, her stomach

face drained of color as she clutched her

on you later. The nurses will bring your meals.

lost

and the fever, Zoey

but found

hospital gown with

threaten to break her.

at the door snapped her back to reality, followed by its opening. She

look up.

made her turn. Standing

Zoey wouldn't have been able to stay

Fitch? Liking him was exhausting, painful, and she never

make it up to you,” he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

the'd cto see her of his own accord. But then she picked up

and

word he had hurled at her the night

“Get out.”

brow furrowed. “What did you

cup and throwing it at his forehead with all the

said, get out,” she repeated, her

then he saw something in her eyes—a

noticed how much she had withered, the standard-size hospital gown hanging

she looked at him, the light that

unable to comprehend

best he

compensation, a gesture of politeness in response to