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 video that went viral

light that anyone

of humiliation as her once-commanding presence had been reduced to

dug into her palms

streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving,

of the mansion.

need to see

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

that had driven

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

to find she had been blocked. It

into her heart.

who began

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

really her, that heartless woman.

out of

only two to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy,

vegetables hurled at her. She tripped

not for the restraint of the

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

her scarred and battered.

wail as passersby coldly pulled out

moment of her disgrace.

scared of the crowd and the

hide out

her tears and rushed to the

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

you're experiencing now, Ms. Bennitt. You

the words caustically deafening.

was afraid of people, fearful that everyone's

but even abroad, she dared not venture beyond her small