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

as her once-commanding presence had been reduced to seeking favors from those

into her palms as

streetlights flickered on. Upon

of the mansion.

need

years; how could he simply refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't he

that had driven

security staff refused her entry, and Fitch didn't cout to see

number only to find she had been blocked. It felt like

into her heart.

who began to gather as

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

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

the hell out of

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

vegetables hurled at her. She tripped and

restraint of the

the ground, feeling ever so humiliated; their gazes were like

her scarred and battered.

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

moment of her disgrace.

scared of the crowd and the world that she desperately longed

to hide out

rushed to the car, the crowd's

harsh truth as she

than what you're experiencing now, Ms.

only felt the words caustically deafening.

people, fearful that everyone's gaze would be

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