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?"

servant led him to a closed

entering, he immediately saw her sitting on

door clicked shut and

chili peppers sat on

his tie, he sneered, "What's the matter, not to your

stomach in

"How's Mia?" she asked.

mention of Mia sent Fitch striding forward

sure you had no part

his gaze, and

"No."

she felt his disdain to her as if she

felt as though her very throat was gripped; his grip

kept eyes on her form before he moved to the

lighted a cigarette, and his presence felt

"Eat," he commanded.

a

a surge of defiance, she got

the peppers into her

as she

days without food, her stomach couldn't handle the

as she stuffed in a few bites, then she clutched her

"Ugh."

she expelled wasn't just the peppers but a

by the window, unheeding of the sounds of retching

the cigarette, he turned

he noted that only

the sight, he opened the door to leave, but a thud from

closing the door to a

"Zoey?"

hurried back

floor; with her forehead bleeding from a collision, she remained unconscious and eerily

felt his

into

open with a kick, and he carried her back to the sofa in