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

be a cruel pattern in her life: everything she tried

in with a steaming bowl of broth and placed

and tried to sit up, her stomach churning at

her stomach, “Cornelia,

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

you've lost

and the fever, Zoey had lost a significant amount of

attempted a smile but found

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

threaten to break her.

to reality, followed by its opening. She

look up.

and a familiar presence made her

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

she ever truly liked Fitch? Liking him was exhausting, painful,

a small crate with a tiny white dog inside. “To make it up to you,” he said, his voice as detached as ever, even in

moment of supposed amends.

Zoey blinked, uncomprehending.

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

of soup and

the word

“Get out.”

quivered, his brow furrowed. “What did you

throwing it at his

out,” she repeated, her

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

standard-size hospital gown hanging loosely on her frame. Her eyes no longer held

when she looked at him, the

frozen, unable

he could muster was, “Don’t

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