Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The police relayed the unsettling information to Fitch.

Fitch sat there in a daze, his tailored suit feeling constrictive, his mind reeling. He thought he had a firm grasp of the darker side of

human nature, but the idea of someone wrecking their own life to spite their child was new territory even for him.

He suddenly realized he truly didn't know Zoey at all.

Had the police not revealed the truth, he would have pinned it on her without hesitation. Wasn't that the kind of woman she was in

his eyes?

Yet now, his perceptions were being systematically dismantled.

How devastated was Zoey when Wendy stormed in, causing a scene that led to her beloved pup, Ozzy, being snatched from her

arms?

What emotions fueled her when she mustered the courage to confront the Haskins, her temper flaring to the point of almost

striking Wendy?

After being slapped by the man she fancied and skulking away, her world must have crumbled to dust.

Fitch had sailed through life with few setbacks, save for a shadow cast over his childhood. But Zoey, it seemed her entire existence

was cloaked in shadows.

The frustration was creeping back in. He regretted not keeping a cool head the previous night, for not taking the tto properly

the evidence she

patient, not

like the shattering of something irreplaceable, and no matter how desperately he tried to piece it

seemed futile.

way about any woman. He

over a new puppy to Zoey earlier that day, it was out

imagined she would be tearfully grateful, given her

Zoey was too

by the window, lighting what must have been his

in a row, he

face the scorn

she was, the situation left her cheeks

she saw Fitch's non her

her.

whimpered, her voice

was cold as

"Where's Ozzy?"

her throat. She

of all people, would care about the

face drained of color, her body beginning

you ask? Fitch,

deepened.

was clear, and her denial now suggested she

thought that Fitch's call might be

ached with a mix

we still

"Don't you know that?"

about you, I'd do anything for you. Fitch, no