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.

behind him exploded open with a kick,

the wind out

slacks hanging low, went

"Mr. Haskins."

left? Why was

against the washstand, felt her legs weaken. Her gaze was unfocused, unable to form a clear picture,

shouts for Mr. Haskins. Which Mr. Haskins was

was a mess, incapable of

seeing her flushed and feeble against the washstand, felt a surge of

and took a solid blow to the chest. Spitting out blood, he collapsed against the wall, his legs

uncontrollably.

but the hotel's heating kept the chill at

her face

motion. Zoey, unsteady on her feet, bumped her nose against

with ease. Before she could react, she was hoisted

rising, yet nothing cout. She hadn't eaten in days, having

wine at dinner.

no sympathy for women, hearing her shaky plea, "I feel

leaving footprints

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

chattered, her teeth clacking

her underlayers far too thin for the harsh weather, though they did flatter her