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 her -

such a terrible light that anyone with a

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

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

fell and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving,

of the mansion.

please, I need to see

see her now? After all, wasn't he the reason

intense love for him that had driven her

from shouting, the security staff refused her entry, and Fitch didn't

slumped to the ground, calling Fitch's number only to find she had been blocked. It felt like a sharp

into her heart.

there were passersby who began to gather as

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

that heartless woman. What's she

hell out of the

first, there were few people, only two to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy,

of rotten vegetables hurled

for the restraint of the crowd,

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

her scarred and battered.

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

moment of her disgrace.

the moment of hostility, Wendy was so scared of the crowd and the world that she desperately longed

to hide out

rushed to the car, the crowd's jeering laughter trailing behind

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

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

words caustically deafening. She wrapped her scarf tightly around her

that everyone's

but even abroad,