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.

impatient with her - after all, the video

that anyone with a

her once-commanding presence had

nearly dug into her palms as she grappled with

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

of the mansion.

I need

adored him for years; how could he simply refuse to see her now?

him that had driven her to

the security staff refused her entry,

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

into her heart.

were passersby who began to

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

heartless

out of

the crowd grew, and Wendy, pale with fear, scrambled towards her

of rotten vegetables hurled at her. She

it not for the restraint of

so humiliated; their gazes

her scarred and battered.

wail as passersby

moment of her disgrace.

so scared of the crowd and the world that she desperately longed

to hide out

to the car, the crowd's jeering

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

is greater than what you're experiencing now,

only felt the words caustically deafening. She

that everyone's gaze would

even abroad, she dared not venture beyond