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.

mansion?" The driver was visibly impatient with her - after

a terrible light that anyone with a conscience would detest

once-commanding presence had been

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

mansion as night fell and streetlights flickered on.

of the mansion.

please, I need to

to see her now?

that had driven her

hoarse from shouting, the security staff refused her entry, and Fitch didn't cout to see

ground, calling Fitch's number only to find she

into her heart.

began

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

that heartless woman. What's

out of the

to three; then the crowd

a barrage of rotten vegetables hurled

not for the restraint of the crowd, she might have received

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

her scarred and battered.

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

moment of her disgrace.

of the crowd and the world that she desperately

to hide out

wiped out her tears and rushed to the car,

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

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

outside the airport, Wendy only felt the words caustically deafening. She wrapped her scarf tightly around

was afraid of people, fearful that everyone's gaze would

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