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.

position with the Farley family, thriving in business, and with Evelyn keeping him on

- he realized how good he'd had it

“Zoey, are you cold?”

her hands, warming them with his breath, “There's a hotel

lay a finger

up straight, pushing him away again, “No,

hardened as he fastened the buttons on

“Have we really becstrangers?”

laugh, though her

the rumors he'd heard in their circles, “You think that Fitch

bad-mouthing you all over the

the one who made the move,” Zoey said coldly, removing the

back.

not as pure as you think. After all, you know. I was drowning in hundreds

the loans. I had to

sting in his heart. That house was

it. If only he could keep her as a mistress.

him. And she had ambition and

that he lacked for nothing, “Zoey, think about what I

month?”

voice was gentle, coaxing as he tucked a stray

anymore. I'll take care of you. And once

What do

else, Zoey suddenly felt sober. She looked up at

she remembered.

her life on such

stood nearby with a bottle of water,

standoff by the column.