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.

Fitch's mansion?" The driver was visibly impatient with her -

such a terrible light that anyone with a conscience

of humiliation as her once-commanding presence had been

Her nails nearly dug into her palms

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

of the mansion.

need

how could he simply refuse to see her

for him that had driven

the security staff refused her entry, and

Fitch's number only to find she had been blocked. It felt like a sharp knife

into her heart.

who began to

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

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

out of

to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy, pale

of rotten vegetables hurled at her. She tripped and stumbled

restraint of

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

her scarred and battered.

as passersby coldly pulled out

moment of her disgrace.

moment of hostility, Wendy was so scared of the crowd

hide

rushed to the

The driver, frowning, delivered a harsh truth

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

only felt the words caustically deafening. She wrapped

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

crept furtively onto the plane and into exile, but even abroad, she dared not