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.

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

that anyone with a conscience would detest

as her once-commanding presence had

her. Her nails nearly dug into her palms as

and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving, Wendy

of the mansion.

I need to see

simply refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't he the reason for

for him that had driven her to such

security staff refused her entry, and Fitch didn't

number only to find she had

into her heart.

who began to

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

it's really her, that heartless

hell out of

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

a barrage of rotten vegetables hurled at her.

the restraint of the crowd, she might have received

ground, feeling ever so humiliated; their gazes were like sharp knives, stabbing

her scarred and battered.

couldn't take it anymore and burst into wail as passersby

moment of her disgrace.

so scared of the crowd and the world that

to hide

her tears and rushed to the car, the crowd's jeering laughter trailing

down again. The driver, frowning, delivered a harsh truth as she

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

the airport, Wendy only felt the words caustically

that everyone's gaze

into exile, but even abroad, she dared not venture beyond her