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 didn't

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

with a steaming bowl of broth and placed

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

clutched her stomach, “Cornelia,

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

you've lost too much

between the accident and the fever, Zoey had lost a significant

smile but found it impossible

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

threaten to break her.

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

look up.

door closed, and a familiar presence made her turn. Standing by

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

liked Fitch? Liking him was exhausting,

voice as detached as ever,

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

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

soup and

word he had hurled at her

“Get out.”

brow furrowed. “What did you

for a cup and throwing it at his forehead with all the strength she

out,” she repeated,

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

how much she had withered, the standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame. Her eyes no

she looked at him, the light that

frozen, unable to

he could

in response to the scandalous videos