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?"

led him

immediately saw her sitting

clicked shut and Zoey's gaze met

fiery red chili

he sneered, "What's the

and with her stomach in knots, Zoey saw double

"How's Mia?" she asked.

Fitch striding forward

are you sure you had no

defiance was clear as she met his gaze, and she

"No."

head; she felt his disdain

as though her very throat was gripped;

released her, and he kept eyes on her form before

and his presence

"Eat," he commanded.

a deliberate

surge of

shoveling the peppers into her

face as she choked on

her

in a few bites, then she clutched

"Ugh."

wasn't just the peppers but a mixture of peppers

the window, unheeding of the sounds of retching from

finishing half the cigarette,

the table, he noted that

leave,

the door

"Zoey?"

out, he hurried back

the floor; with her forehead bleeding from a

his

scooped her into his

carried her back to the sofa in the main hall,