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.

burning through her system. She curled up on her bed

deep sleep.

stabbing pain in her stomach, Zoey forced down a piece of toast

heading to the office.

lock down Shawn Walsh for the car endorsement

a face for

decided

in her office chair, still pale. The contract reached the automotive headquarters only

resigned man's promises meant nothing. Zoey was frustrated. She'd drunk the wine, endured a harrowing night,

the head of Star Movie

in

temples, she played back the recording from last night and sent it to the current president of the

division.

recording featured her and Mr. Colby's conversation - Colby promising the endorsement if she

reply was swift, "Sorry, Zoey. Mr. Colby was let go for personal conduct

endorse, they'll have to compete like everyone

Mr. Colby had been fired a day later,

she took deep breaths slowly. The pain in her stomach

was the

to see you. The Bennitt family won't pursue the poisoning incident. If you post

released without charges."

been destroyed, and the Intepublic opinions had subsided. The Bennitt family's

Zoey wouldn't keep dragging Wendy through the

and then started vomiting into the trash can

eaten enough to bring anything

an unknown number

mom out. You should csee her; she's not in a

made Zoey's stomach churn. She popped an antacid from her drawer