Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As Wendy was ushered out of the Bennitt family Estate, a sense of bewilderment clouded her thoughts.

She had been on her knees, pleading for her family's support, but not one of them stood by her side. Even her brother avoided her

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The happy facade of her past life seemed to crumble in an instant, revealing a brutal, raw truth.

She used to pity Zoey, who had been abandoned by her parents, shunned by everyone - even Fitch ditched her, and wouldn't spare

her a glance, no matter how desperately she sought his attention.

But in a cruel twist of fate, Wendy found herself in Zoey's shoes, discarded with chilling finality. Sitting dazed in the car, she

eventually arrived at a villa.

"Ms. Bennitt, you best hurry up and pack your bags. Your flight's in three hours, and don't bother coming back," the driver told her,

his voice echoing the decision made by the rest of the Bennitt family.

The family had publicly announced their verdict online, compensating the victim's family with a million dollars. But the public

outcry didn't stop; the online wars raged on, dragging the Bennitt nthrough the mud at every opportunity.

After packing her bags, Wendy felt her world collapse. She covered her face and sobbed uncontrollably.

"How did it cto this? It's my fault. I shouldn't have confronted Zoey; I shouldn't have demanded that little dog. It's all my

fault!"

But who was there to listen to her apologies now? Her eyes swollen from tears, Wendy still couldn't accept her fate. She longed to

see Fitch just one more time.

driver was visibly impatient with her - after all, the video

such a terrible light that anyone with a conscience would detest

sting of humiliation as her once-commanding presence had been

her. Her nails nearly dug into her palms as she grappled with the

driver headed to Fitch's mansion as night fell and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving, Wendy rushed to the grand

of the mansion.

I need

for years; how could he simply refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't he the

him that had driven her

voice hoarse from shouting, the security staff refused her entry, and

the ground, calling Fitch's number only to find she had been

into her heart.

began to gather as they

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

it's really her, that heartless woman.

hell out

first, there were few people, only two to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy, pale with fear, scrambled

of rotten vegetables hurled at her. She

of the

on the ground, feeling ever so humiliated; their gazes were like sharp knives, stabbing her heart and soul and

her scarred and battered.

wail as passersby coldly pulled out their phones and filmed her, capturing

moment of her disgrace.

the moment of hostility, Wendy was so scared of the crowd and

to hide out

tears and rushed to the car, the crowd's jeering

inside, she broke down again. The driver, frowning, delivered a harsh

now, Ms. Bennitt. You brought this

outside the airport, Wendy only felt the words caustically deafening. She wrapped her scarf tightly around her

of people, fearful that everyone's gaze would be fixed

the plane and into exile, but even abroad,