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

wasn't a place that

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

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

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

she clutched her stomach, “Cornelia,

and check on you later. The nurses will bring your meals. Try

lost too much

the fever, Zoey had lost a significant amount

attempted a smile but found it impossible to

leaned back and zoned out, wearing a hospital gown with the window ajar, letting in a breeze that

threaten to break her.

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

look up.

made her turn. Standing

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

ever truly liked Fitch? Liking him was

he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in this

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

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

and flung it

to deliver the word he had hurled at her the night

“Get out.”

quivered, his brow furrowed. “What did

reaching for a cup and throwing it at his

said, get out,” she repeated,

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

looked at him, the light that used to shine

unable to comprehend this

best he

in response to the scandalous videos