Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

At the Fitch's mansion.

Zoey peered through the narrow window, considering what to do next. She could leave if she wanted to, but something within her

resisted the idea of running away.

It was darkening outside. Fitch hadn't been hfor two days, and Zoey sensed something had gone wrong.

Her phone had been confiscated, cutting her off from the world.

She just sat by the window, resting her chin on her arms and breathing in the fresh air.

Then her stomach growled, as she had barely eaten the day she arrived and had thus struggled with an upset stomach.

Now, after enduring two days without food, she felt her insides were rebelling, and she had a futile retching that brought up

nothing.

Thankfully, the housekeeper wasn't completely cruel - she had given her a pitcher of water each day.

Those two pitchers had sustained her, though the dizzying hunger and the stabbing pain of her ailment were almost unbearable.

As she lay by the bed, sweat beaded her forehead, and her shoulders rose and fell gently.

After having endured so much, she thought she was beyond feeling downtrodden. Yet, her eyes grew hot with unshed tears.

A car engine rumbled outside. She couldn't see it from her vantage point, but the sound was unmistakable.

Taking a deep breath, she resettled herself on the bed's edge.

As Fitch entered and handled his coat to a servant, someone asked, "Mr. Haskins, when can we serve Zoey sfood?"

With Fitch absent for the past two days, the staff had been hesitant to make any decisions.

Fitch paused, suddenly remembering Zoey's presence.

He didn't want to deal with her family; the mere thought of that brought him a physical repulsion.

"Where is she?"

him to

immediately saw

and Zoey's gaze met

fiery red chili

tie, he sneered, "What's the

stomach in

"How's Mia?" she asked.

Fitch striding forward in fury, his fingers clamping on

sure you had no

met his gaze, and

"No."

briefly cleared her head; she felt his

it felt as though

on her

lighted a cigarette, and his presence felt

"Eat," he commanded.

a deliberate

with a surge of defiance, she got up, approached the table, and

shoveling the peppers into

down her face as she choked on

her stomach couldn't

few bites, then she clutched her mouth, rushing towards

"Ugh."

wasn't just the peppers but a mixture of

window, unheeding of the sounds of

cigarette, he turned to

he noted that only half the

to leave, but a

closing the door to a

"Zoey?"

hurried back to the

her forehead bleeding

felt his

into his

her back to the sofa in the main hall, "Get