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.

visibly impatient with

that anyone with a conscience would detest

the sting of humiliation as her once-commanding presence had been reduced to seeking favors from those

beneath her. Her nails nearly dug into her palms as she grappled with

streetlights flickered on.

of the mansion.

please, I need

he simply refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't he the reason for

for him that had driven

shouting, the security staff refused

calling Fitch's number only to find she had

into her heart.

there were passersby who began to

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

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

hell out of the

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

rotten vegetables hurled at her.

for the restraint of the crowd, she might

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

her scarred and battered.

anymore and burst into wail as passersby coldly pulled

moment of her disgrace.

the crowd and the

to hide out

and rushed to the car, the crowd's jeering laughter

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

what you're experiencing now, Ms.

airport, Wendy only felt the words caustically deafening. She wrapped her

afraid of people, fearful that everyone's gaze would

crept furtively onto the plane and into exile, but even abroad, she