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.

to peel off Zoey's pants, the door behind him exploded open with a kick, crashing

wind

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

"Mr. Haskins."

Why was he

propped against the washstand, felt her legs weaken. Her gaze was unfocused, unable to

Colby's shouts for Mr. Haskins.

mind was a mess, incapable of

the washstand, felt a surge of anger. He swung

chest. Spitting out blood,

uncontrollably.

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

thinner, her face notably

Zoey, unsteady

trench coat, lifting her with ease.

churned under the pressure, nausea rising, yet nothing cout. She hadn't eaten

wine at dinner.

her shaky plea, "I feel sick; putdown,

flailed, leaving footprints on

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

cold," she chattered, her teeth

her underlayers far too thin for