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

entering, he immediately saw her sitting

and Zoey's

plate of fiery red chili peppers sat on

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

stomach in knots, Zoey saw double before

"How's Mia?" she asked.

striding forward in fury, his fingers

you sure you had no part in

was clear as she met his gaze, and

"No."

briefly cleared her head; she felt his disdain to her as

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

he kept eyes on her form before he moved to

and his presence felt

"Eat," he commanded.

was a deliberate

a surge of defiance, she

shoveling the peppers

streamed down her face as she choked on the

two days without food, her stomach couldn't

few bites, then she clutched her mouth, rushing towards the

"Ugh."

just the peppers but a mixture of peppers and

unheeding of the

half the cigarette, he turned

the table, he noted

opened the door to leave, but a thud from

frowned, closing the door to

"Zoey?"

he hurried back

forehead bleeding from a collision, she

felt his

her into his

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