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

that anyone with a

her once-commanding presence had been

Her nails nearly dug into

as night fell and streetlights flickered on.

of the mansion.

need to

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

intense love for him that had driven her

hoarse from shouting, the security staff refused

calling Fitch's number only to find she had been blocked. It

into her heart.

were passersby who began to

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

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

the hell out of the

two to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy, pale with fear, scrambled towards her

rotten vegetables hurled at her. She tripped and stumbled

the restraint of the crowd, she might have received

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

her scarred and battered.

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

moment of her disgrace.

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

hide out

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

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

experiencing now, Ms. Bennitt. You brought this upon

the words caustically deafening. She wrapped her scarf tightly around

afraid of people, fearful that everyone's gaze

but even abroad, she dared