Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch's expression was icy as he brushed past Mr. Colby without a word, his strides decisive as he headed for the exit.

Mr. Colby, initially trembling in fear, brightened up at the sight of Fitch's unwavering exit. The rumors must be true then; Mr.

Haskins had a disdain for Zoey, the woman who shamelessly threw herself into men's beds.

Was she trying to play the innocent here, looking down on his status? How amusing.

A few steps forward, Fitch paused to light a cigarette when he heard Zoey's voice pierce through the stillness.

"Get off me, why did you close the door?! Don't touch me!"

"Quit the act! How much do you want? I'll pay."

The bathroom door had been locked from the inside, muffling the voices within. Fitch froze as if struck by a spell, tossing his freshly

lit cigarette into the nearby trash and turning back.

Zoey was pinned against the washstand, her coat yanked down. Sweat dripped from her forehead due to her fierce struggle, her

voice intermittent, "I'll definitely sue you."

"After you've had your fun, you won't want to sue me, sweetheart," Mr. Colby adored her looks and smirked triumphantly at the

thought.

peel off Zoey's pants, the door behind

the wind out

went pale at the sight of the man

"Mr. Haskins."

Why

Her gaze was unfocused,

shouts for Mr. Haskins. Which

was a mess, incapable of

a surge of anger. He swung his foot

blow to the chest. Spitting out

uncontrollably.

to Zoey. She was dressed lightly, but the hotel's heating kept the chill at bay. Her

her

Zoey, unsteady on her feet, bumped

with ease. Before she could react, she was hoisted over his

nothing

wine at dinner.

her shaky plea,

legs flailed, leaving footprints

the cold air made her shiver violently. Fitch set her down. Her legs weak, she clung to

cold," she chattered, her teeth clacking

biting, her underlayers far too thin for