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

was her daughter,

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

been waiting here just to

a kind of cold indifference that could freeze people out. Meanwhile, she felt utterly annoyed,

would give

moment she finished the words,

spoils of luxury shopping, a mocking sneer instantly taking root when she spotted

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

memories of her man's stinging words

lasering

hand flew

face.

look atlike that? Who do you think

when she was the one causing scenes. Her face

Mia's hand was already winding up for another

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

off the hook, but don't think

Belinda’s ridiculous intent of claiming to

face were nothing more than a pathetic display of mongrels

everything that had happened, she had given up on

lips moving, "She slapped you twice. Aren't you going to do something about

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

picking on the weak.

trembled with rage, watching helplessly as Zoey walked away.

poison was Zoey's idea. I've got recordings and photos. I want to use them to

her perfect

"Where's the evidence?"