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.

door behind him

the wind

with his slacks hanging low, went pale at the sight of the man at the

"Mr. Haskins."

Why was

weaken. Her gaze was unfocused,

shouts for Mr. Haskins. Which

was a mess, incapable of coherent

and feeble against the washstand, felt a surge

a solid blow to the chest. Spitting

uncontrollably.

heating kept the chill at bay. Her coat lay

her face notably

her in one swift motion. Zoey, unsteady on her feet, bumped her nose against

cloaked in a dark trench coat, lifting her with ease. Before she could react, she

the pressure, nausea rising, yet nothing

wine at dinner.

her shaky plea, "I feel

leaving footprints on his

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

cold," she chattered, her

cold was biting, her underlayers far too thin for