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.

driver was visibly impatient with her -

terrible light that anyone with a conscience would detest

presence had been reduced to seeking favors from

beneath her. Her nails nearly dug into her palms as

night fell and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving, Wendy rushed to

of the mansion.

need

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

that had driven her to

security staff refused her entry, and Fitch didn't

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

into her heart.

were passersby who began to gather as

"Isn't that Wendy Bennitt?"

it's really her, that heartless woman. What's she

hell out of the

the crowd grew, and Wendy,

hurled at her.

the restraint of the

feeling ever so humiliated; their gazes were like sharp knives, stabbing her

her scarred and battered.

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

moment of her disgrace.

of hostility, Wendy was so scared of the crowd

hide

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

driver, frowning, delivered a harsh truth as

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

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

fearful that everyone's gaze

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