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 painted

terrible light that anyone with a

presence had been

nearly dug into her

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

of the mansion.

need to

how could he simply refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't he the

him that had

the security staff refused her

to the ground, calling Fitch's number only to find she had been

into her heart.

began to gather as they

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

her, that heartless woman. What's

the hell out of the

to three; then the crowd grew, and Wendy, pale

a barrage of rotten vegetables hurled at her. She tripped and stumbled

not for the restraint of the crowd, she might

ground, feeling ever so humiliated; their gazes

her scarred and battered.

take it anymore and burst into wail as passersby coldly pulled out their phones and

moment of her disgrace.

so scared of the crowd and the world that she desperately

to hide

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

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

now, Ms. Bennitt.

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

that everyone's

furtively onto the plane and into exile, but even abroad, she dared not venture beyond