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

terrible light that anyone with a

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

nails nearly dug into

and streetlights flickered on. Upon

of the mansion.

need to see

see her

that had driven her

shouting, the security staff refused her entry, and Fitch

she had been blocked.

into her heart.

there were passersby who began to gather

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

that heartless

out of the

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

hurled at

for the restraint of the crowd, she might have received

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

her scarred and battered.

into wail as passersby coldly pulled out their phones

moment of her disgrace.

of the crowd and the world that she desperately longed

to hide out

and rushed to

a harsh

what you're experiencing now, Ms.

only felt the words caustically deafening. She wrapped her scarf tightly around her

that everyone's gaze would be

even abroad, she dared not venture