Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

“Zoey, I beg you. Cto see me.”

Belinda's supplicated voice cracking while Zoey could faintly hear Murray's comforting murmurs in the background.

Zoey gripped her phone, and then ended the call directly. She had made the mistake of giving in once; she wouldn't let history

repeat itself.

On the other end, Belinda's anxiety spiked at the sound of the disconnected line, and Murray continued to rub her back in a

soothing rhythm.

"Don't worry. Zoey's got a soft heart. Lettalk to her; maybe she'll caround."

Belinda clasped his hand, gratitude etched on her face, "Thank you. I'm counting on you."

"And your husband's still at home?"

Belinda looked a bit embarrassed at the mention of that man, "Yes, he is. Murray, I have to go; I need to check on him."

Murray wasn't genuinely interested in the family ; his intentions were far simpler: he wanted to sleep with Zoey. The more

the spent with Evelyn, the clearer it bechow much Zoey outshone her. He was determined to have Zoey to himself.

The moment Belinda returned home, her heart sank at the sight of empty liquor bottles strewn across the room; her heart

tightened. Her husband had penchant for alcohol and affairs. In his youth, with a bit of cunning, he had managed to amass some

wealth through dubious means. Now with old age, though technology had outpaced him, his love for extramarital companionship

not dwindled. With any cash in his pocket, he'd play the big shot

get Zoey to cout? You

I won't be at peace until

shrank before him, "I tried, but she wouldn't come. What can I

mother? I'm telling you, if I don't see

of this

her resentment towards Zoey. If not

this humiliating position, unable to keep her own husband

"What about Fitch's sister? If

these highborn ladies, acting all

as you don't divorce me, I'll bring you any woman you

tried calling Zoey repeatedly, but Zoey had long since blocked

her mother's manipulations.

suggested they hit the mall, "Zoey, I know your mom's been calling.

probably up to no

stomach a whole day; at the moment

away. Wilma got sfree tthese days, and her eyes sparkled as they browsed through

color looks like

the

the bag, a shrill voice cut through the

your filthy hands off!"

hearing

toward them. She had been in a foul mood ever since

now she was persona

opinions were heated; Mia had wanted to defend her,

was with Zoey, who was

bump against Zoey, Mia snatched the bag