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.

driveto Fitch's mansion?" The driver was visibly impatient with her - after all, the

such a terrible light that anyone with a

her once-commanding presence had been reduced to

her. Her nails nearly dug into her palms as

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

of the mansion.

need to

him for years; how could he simply refuse to see

for him that had

hoarse from shouting, the security staff refused her entry, and Fitch didn't cout to

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

into her heart.

there were passersby who began to gather as

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

it's really her, that heartless woman. What's she doing

out of

only two to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy, pale with

barrage of rotten vegetables hurled at her.

of the crowd, she might have

so humiliated; their gazes

her scarred and battered.

as passersby coldly pulled out their

moment of her disgrace.

was so scared of the crowd and the world that she desperately longed for a

hide

out her tears and rushed to the car, the crowd's

she broke down again. The driver, frowning, delivered a harsh truth as she got out, "The pain of those you

greater than what you're experiencing now, Ms. Bennitt. You brought this

caustically

that everyone's gaze would

and into exile, but even abroad, she dared not venture beyond her small room.