Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Mia couldn't care less about engaging in a drawn-out conversation with Zoey. With an eye roll, she grabbed her shopping bag -

stuffed with designer goodies - and breezed out of the scene.

Zoey's face was the picture of serenity, a stark contrast to Wilma who was fuming.

"Zoey, let's just pick something else."

Zoey just flashed her a smile, "I'm fine."

But Wilma’s heart ached for her friend, and she splurged on five luxury handbags, racking up a tab that was north of three hundred

grand.

"They're on me."

"No need to break the bank."

"Just take them. The endorsement deal you landed us is worth way more than this."

No longer protesting, Zoey picked up the bags, and shoulder to shoulder with Wilma, they headed for the exit.

As they approached the mall doors, Zoey's eyes caught sight of Belinda, who'd apparently been lying in wait since who knew when.

"Zoey," Belinda's face dripped with a guilt that didn't quite mask the covetous glint in her eyes as she ogled the shopping bags

filled with symbols of luxury - a few hundred thousand dollars at least.

Her daughter was loaded now. Once upon a time, a few hundred thousand would've meant life or death for their family; now, it was

merely the price tag for sof Zoey's bags.

was a storm of anger. Her own life was coming apart at the seams - on the brink of

was her daughter, living the

of Belinda's presence, Zoey stepped forward, intent on leaving. But Belinda

sorry. I've been waiting here

of cold indifference that could freeze

this person would

she finished the

her arms laden with the spoils of luxury shopping,

well, if it isn't the deadbeat mom who can't live

a mask of embarrassment and rage, memories

venomous, lasering in

Belinda's past transgressions, didn't hesitate. Her hand flew up in a blur, delivering

face.

look atlike that?

when she was

hand was already winding

up, you old hag, if you ever try anything underhanded again, I'll make sure you

might let you off the hook, but don't think for a second that I

her, Belinda’s

face were nothing more than

had happened, she had

slapped you

Belinda's double standards - once quick to strike her own daughter, now she was just

picking on the weak.

rage, watching helplessly as Zoey walked away. Mia huffed contemptuously and turned to

I've got recordings and photos. I want to use them to

her perfect brother, lit up at the prospect

"Where's the evidence?"