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.

in business, and with Evelyn

he realized how good he'd had it with Zoey. How had he ever found

“Zoey, are you cold?”

“There's a hotel just around the corner. Lethelp you get

I won't lay a finger on

stood up straight, pushing him

fastened the buttons on the jacket he'd placed on

“Have we really becstrangers?”

though her

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

special? His sister's been bad-mouthing you all over the

it's true. I was the one who made the move,” Zoey

back.

all, you know. I was drowning in hundreds of thousands debt, couldn't close on

back the loans. I

That house was supposed to be their

could keep her as a mistress. He was so

woman, was worthy of him. And she had ambition

softened, now that he lacked for nothing, “Zoey, think about what I proposed before. How

month?”

gentle, coaxing as he tucked

care of you. And once

do you

She looked up

she remembered.

she had wasted seven years of her life on such a man, always putting his

nearby with a bottle of water, watching

standoff by the column.