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.

Farley family, thriving in business, and with Evelyn keeping him

hour of the day - he realized how good he'd had it with Zoey. How had he ever found

“Zoey, are you cold?”

hotel just around the corner. Lethelp you get

won't lay a finger

straight, pushing him away again, “No,

fastened the buttons

“Have we really becstrangers?”

laugh, though her drunken state soon had

side, moving his lips as he thought about the rumors

bad-mouthing you all over

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

back.

After all, you know. I was drowning in hundreds of thousands

back the loans. I

in his heart. That

it. If only he could keep her as a mistress. He was so done with Evelyn. Only someone like Zoey, a clever

woman, was worthy of him.

for nothing, “Zoey, think about what I proposed before.

month?”

he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her

to work those public gigs anymore. I'll take care of you. And once you have our child,

do you

felt sober. She looked up at

she remembered.

seven years of her life on such a man, always putting his needs

to argue. Meanwhile, Fitch stood nearby with a bottle of water, watching the two engage in

standoff by the column.