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 exploded open

wind out

hanging low, went pale at the sight

"Mr. Haskins."

left? Why was

Her gaze was unfocused, unable

shouts for Mr. Haskins.

was a mess, incapable of coherent

seeing her flushed and feeble against the washstand, felt a surge of anger. He swung his

a solid blow to the chest. Spitting out blood, he

uncontrollably.

hotel's heating kept the chill

thinner, her face notably

swift motion. Zoey, unsteady on her feet, bumped her

a dark trench coat, lifting her with ease. Before she

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

wine at dinner.

her shaky

leaving footprints on his

made her shiver violently. Fitch set her down. Her

she chattered, her teeth clacking

too thin for the harsh weather, though they did