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

shut and

plate of fiery red chili peppers

he sneered, "What's

stomach in

"How's Mia?" she asked.

Mia sent Fitch striding forward in

sure you

met his gaze, and she read the situation from

"No."

on her chin briefly cleared her head; she felt his disdain to her as if she were

her chin, it felt as though her very throat was gripped; his grip was

and he kept eyes on her form before he moved to

lighted a cigarette, and

"Eat," he commanded.

was a deliberate

plate of chili peppers, and with a surge of defiance,

peppers into her

as she

days without food, her stomach

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

"Ugh."

she expelled wasn't just the peppers but a mixture of

continued smoking by the window, unheeding of the sounds of retching from the

half the cigarette, he turned to

noted that only half the

opened the door to leave,

the door to

"Zoey?"

hurried

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

his

scooped her into his arms,

her back to the