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

in his pocket, he'd play the

exasperation boiled over, "Didn't I tell you to get Zoey to cout? You know how humiliated I was at

at peace until I have my

but she wouldn't come. What can I

you push her? Isn't she attached to you, her mother? I'm telling you,

of this

Belinda like a physical blow, fueling her resentment

wouldn't be in this humiliating position, unable to keep her

as her husband continued to scheme, "What about Fitch's sister? If you

ladies, acting

as you don't divorce

but Zoey had

her mother's manipulations.

night, Wilma noticed Zoey's distress and suggested they hit the mall, "Zoey, I

probably up to

day; at

sfree tthese days, and her eyes sparkled as they browsed through a luxury

that color looks like it was

one just cin today," the clerk hadn't recognized

to touch the bag, a shrill voice cut through

your filthy hands off!" It was

furrowed, hearing footsteps

mood

now she was

opinions were heated; Mia had wanted to defend her, but her

encounter upon regaining freedom was with Zoey, who was a pain in

deliberate bump against Zoey, Mia snatched the bag from