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

terrible light that anyone

once-commanding presence had been reduced to seeking favors

into her palms

and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving,

of the mansion.

please, I need to

refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't

that

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

into her heart.

were passersby who began

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

really her, that heartless

out

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

rotten vegetables hurled at

for the restraint of the

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

her scarred and battered.

as passersby

moment of her disgrace.

was so scared of the crowd and the world

to hide out

hurriedly wiped out her tears and rushed to the

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

now, Ms. Bennitt. You brought

felt the words caustically deafening. She wrapped her

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

but even abroad,