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.

life was coming apart at the seams - on the

her daughter, living

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

I've been waiting here just

indifference that could freeze people

this person would give

the moment she finished the

of luxury shopping, a mocking

the deadbeat mom who can't

embarrassment and rage, memories of her

lasering in on

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

face.

atlike that? Who do you

reversal from the days when she was the one causing scenes. Her face a

hand was already winding up for

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

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

the unfold with detached indifference. To her, Belinda’s ridiculous intent of claiming

her face were nothing more than a

have wept for Belinda, but after everything that had happened, she

off Belinda's grip, her lips moving, "She slapped you twice. Aren't you

standards - once quick to strike her own daughter, now she was just taking it from the

picking on the weak.

as Zoey walked

recordings and photos. I want to use them to send her

more than anything for having tainted her perfect brother, lit up at the prospect

"Where's the evidence?"