Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The driver kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror to observe the tense standoff in the backseat.

It was a familiar scene - tensions boiling over to the point where knives were sometimes drawn. He swallowed hard, feeling that

this high-stress job would be the death of him.

He remembered first seeing Felix at the Miller Group. President Miller had made it clear he didn't want Felix dating his daughter. So

Ms. Miller had Felix start as a grass-roots employee, but the guy was a standout.

Standout was an understatement. Within a month, Felix's boss had promoted him, breaking all the usual protocols. Looking back, it

all seemed like a whirlwind, happening far too quickly.

Zoey, slumped in the passenger seat, stirred uncomfortably in her sleep, her head thumping against the windowpane with a soft

whimper of pain.

The car pulled up outside her apartment, and someone was already there to help her inside. Wilma had been dropped off earlier;

Mr. Colby was only interested in her, but he wouldn't dare mess with a top-tier celebrity like Wilma.

Zoey was a nobody; no fans to raise a fuss if she was wronged.

Being supported into her place, Zoey felt the room spin. She hadn't even managed to greet Carol.

In the bathroom, she tried to vomit but nothing cup.

Catching her reflection, she was startled by her gaunt appearance, only now realizing how much weight she'd lost.

to shower but her body was limp, alcohol still burning through her system. She curled up

deep sleep.

with a pounding headache and a stabbing pain in her stomach, Zoey forced down a piece of toast

heading to the office.

the car endorsement and

hadn't settled on a face for the new energy

was decided

chair, still pale. The contract reached the automotive headquarters only to find

Zoey was frustrated. She'd drunk

Star Movie Group, any

in

last night and sent

division.

recording featured her and Mr. Colby's conversation - Colby promising

Zoey. Mr. Colby was let go for personal conduct

have to compete

throbbed with anger. If only Mr. Colby had been

The pain in her stomach persisted. Her phone rang at

it was

see you. The Bennitt family won't pursue

released without charges."

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through the mud over the Ozzy

and then started vomiting into the trash can beside

enough to bring anything

afternoon, a call from an

should csee her; she's not in a

antacid from her drawer and