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

his pocket, he'd play the big shot

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

won't be at peace until I have my

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

her mother? I'm telling you, if I don't see Zoey tomorrow, I'm filing

enough of this

physical blow, fueling her resentment towards Zoey. If not for the

unable to keep her own

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

highborn ladies,

as long as you don't divorce me, I'll bring

had lost all reason. She tried calling Zoey repeatedly, but Zoey had long since blocked her number, refusing

her mother's manipulations.

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

probably up to no good

in the stomach a whole day; at the moment

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

that color looks like it

have exquisite taste. This one just cin today," the clerk hadn't recognized Wilma, who was bundled up discreetly.

bag, a shrill voice

hands off!"

brows furrowed, hearing

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

now she was

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

days, her first encounter upon regaining freedom was with Zoey, who was

against Zoey, Mia snatched