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

dwindled. With any cash in his pocket, he'd play the

exasperation boiled over, "Didn't I tell you to get Zoey to

won't be at peace until I have my way

tried, but she wouldn't come. What can I

telling you, if I don't

of this

like a physical blow, fueling her

wouldn't be in this humiliating position, unable to

her husband continued to scheme, "What about Fitch's

ladies, acting

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

tried calling Zoey repeatedly, but Zoey had long since blocked her number, refusing to

her mother's manipulations.

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

probably up to no good

the stomach a whole day; at the moment she finally felt

got sfree tthese days, and her eyes sparkled as they browsed

looks like

today," the clerk hadn't recognized Wilma, who

to touch the bag, a shrill voice cut through the

keep your filthy hands

hearing footsteps approach from

mood ever since Wendy's scandal. She had

now she was persona non

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

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

Mia snatched the bag from the