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.

of anger. Her own life was coming apart at the seams - on the brink of divorce,

was her daughter, living

intent on

been waiting here just to

expression turned icy, a kind of cold indifference that could freeze

person would

she finished the

of luxury shopping, a mocking sneer instantly taking

the deadbeat mom

face twisted into a mask of embarrassment and rage, memories of

venomous, lasering

past transgressions, didn't hesitate. Her hand flew

face.

you look atlike that? Who

when she was the one causing scenes. Her face a

hand was already winding

try anything underhanded again, I'll make sure you and your man end up behind bars.

off the hook, but

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

on her face were nothing more than a

Belinda, but after everything that had happened, she had given up on the idea of

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

picking on the weak.

Zoey walked

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

for having tainted her perfect brother,

"Where's the evidence?"