Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

“Zoey,” his voice carried a hint of surprise as he quickly approached.

“What are you doing here? Have you had one too many? Lettake you home.”

Zoey's mind was sluggish in responding, but she recognized the voice clearly - it was Murray.

She frowned, pushing him away. But her efforts were feeble, barely a nudge against Murray's frame, almost seeming coquettish in

her resistance.

Murray immediately shed his own jacket, draping it over her shoulders, “Where's your coat? It's freezing out here, and you're

dressed so light.”

Back when he and Zoey were an item, all he thought was how dull she was, always working herself to the bone for money.

They'd been together for seven years, and her mantra had been about saving up to buy their own place.

Murray used to think she was ludicrous. Who would want to buy property in pricey Greenfield by their own means? Most women

dreamed of marrying a Greenfield guy - housing and cars sorted in one swoop.

Whenever he chdrunk, she'd have a hangover cure ready - soup or whatever comfort food she could whip up, no matter

the tof night.

Now, with Evelyn as his wife, no matter how late he rolled in, not only was there no soup, but there'd also be a tongue-lashing for

waking her up.

and with Evelyn

realized how good he'd had it with

“Zoey, are you cold?”

breath, “There's a hotel

I won't lay a

up straight, pushing him away again,

the buttons on the jacket he'd placed

“Have we really becstrangers?”

laugh, though her drunken state soon

he thought about the rumors he'd heard in their circles, “You think

special? His sister's been bad-mouthing

one who made the move,” Zoey

back.

all, you know. I was drowning in hundreds of

loans. I had to

felt a sting in his heart. That house was

it. If only he could keep her as a mistress. He was so done with Evelyn.

of him. And she had ambition

“Zoey, think about what I proposed before. How about five hundred thousand

month?”

voice was gentle, coaxing as he tucked a stray lock of

won't have to work those public gigs anymore. I'll take care of you. And once you have our child, I'll give

do

else, Zoey suddenly felt sober. She looked up at him, finding

she remembered.

life

too weary to argue. Meanwhile, Fitch stood nearby with

standoff by the column.