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 on her bed and fell

deep sleep.

stabbing

heading to the office.

for the car endorsement and send the

a face

was decided last

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

meant nothing. Zoey was frustrated. She'd drunk the wine, endured a

Star Movie Group, any scandal, whether Mr. Colby had

in the

played back the recording from last night and sent it to the current

division.

her and Mr. Colby's conversation - Colby promising

for

endorse, they'll have to compete like

temples throbbed with anger. If only Mr. Colby had been fired

breaths slowly. The pain in her stomach persisted. Her phone rang

it was

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

released without charges."

the Intepublic opinions had subsided. The Bennitt family's

keep dragging Wendy through the

hung up and then started vomiting into the trash can

to bring anything

an unknown number cthrough. It was

should csee her;

stomach churn. She popped an antacid from her drawer and