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.

driveto Fitch's mansion?" The driver was visibly impatient with her - after all, the video that went viral

a terrible light that anyone with a conscience would

humiliation as her once-commanding presence had been reduced

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

Fitch's mansion as night fell and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving,

of the mansion.

I need to

years; how could he simply refuse to see her now? After all,

love for him that had

from shouting, the security staff refused her entry, and

to find she had been blocked. It felt like a sharp

into her heart.

who began to gather as they saw

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

her, that heartless woman. What's she

the hell out of the

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

of rotten vegetables hurled at her.

it not for the restraint of

their gazes were like sharp knives, stabbing her

her scarred and battered.

anymore and burst into wail as passersby coldly pulled out their

moment of her disgrace.

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

hide

out her tears and rushed to the car, the crowd's jeering

a harsh truth as she got out, "The pain

now, Ms. Bennitt. You brought

only felt the words caustically

afraid of people, fearful that everyone's gaze would be fixed

even abroad, she dared not venture beyond her small room. Stepping