Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Belinda was just as scared as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs, this being her first tpulling a stunt like this. She quickly

propped Mia into the car.

Mia was barely hanging onto consciousness, but she could sense the danger. Fumbling for her phone, she attempted to make a call

for help.

However, her recent call history was littered with Zoey's number, and in her confusion, she called Zoey by mistake.

Zoey hadn't blocked her; as she saw it was her call, she thought Mia was likely calling to chew her out again.

Aside from publicly humiliating Zoey by dragging her to the restroom during parties to slap her, Mia relished making harassing

calls in the dead of night. She even threatened Zoey, forbidding her from blocking her number, promising that the next slap would

be harder if she discovered she'd been blocked.

Who could Zoey turn to? Fitch? He wouldn't believe a word against Mia, and even warned Zoey not to mess with her.

The phone rang and rang, but Zoey simply muted it, refusing to answer. Mia's grasp on awareness was slipping, yet she managed

to call a few more times.

Each call went to Zoey. Mia couldn't see whom she was calling; she just knew she was screaming for help into the void.

After five ignored calls, and during the last one, Belinda seemed to snap to her senses, pulling over and snatching Mia's phone

from the back seat.

Calling Zoey? As if she'd lift a finger to help you -she'd sooner see

tart!"

motion, Belinda slapped Mia twice, jolting

brother finds out, he won't let

tyour brother finds out, my man and

driver's seat. The car pulled up to her place in no time, and

man down.

"surprise", he begrudgingly

he'd ever laid eyes

be worth dying for

he climbed into

hit the road to

too. The stuff Mia was carrying could fetch

in her clutches, her man wouldn't dream of leaving her.

all

were speeding down the highway, taking a back road toward

the first place the cops

off to a place where they were strangers, a poor town where many went to sponsor

by the shoulders, pushing her into the seat. Mia's

happening

at the man on top of her, "Get off! Help! Help,

Fitch, please csave me!"

from the front seat, didn't bat an

in trouble. After all, she often stayed out late