Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The doctor arrived swiftly, pumping her stomach, prescribing medications, hooking her up to an IV, and asking someone to heat up

a bowl of plain oatmeal.

"Mr. Haskins, her stomach condition is quite severe," the doctor warned in a clinical yet concerned tone. "For the next few months,

she should steer clear of anything spicy. For one month, she'd better only take in oatmeal, nothing rich or heavy."

Fitch wasn't sure whether he took in the doctor's words, his gaze lingering on Zoey's slender wrist.

When had her wrists gotten so thin that the veins stood out stark against her pale skin?

"Got it."

His response was tinged with impatience.

No sooner had the doctor left than his phone blared to life; it was a call from his mother, Sharon.

"Where are they?! Where the hell are they?! I want them locked up for good!"

Sharon's fury was palpable. She had always doted on Mia, her daughter, and now, knowing she was in trouble, she'd gladly tear

Zoey's family apart.

She'd been caring for Mia all day. Mia hadn't been causing a fuss, but nightmares plagued her, waking her up, claiming that she

was ruined.

Sharon was ready to rip Zoey's family limb from limb.

"Fitch, what about those two? Don't hand them over to the cops. I want them to suffer."

"My guys are on it."

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief, her teeth nearly grinding to dust. "And Zoey? Mia said she was behind it all. Where is she?"

Zoey's fingerprints all over it,

this woman off

Zoey, who was still unconscious

of what Mia had gone through,

I'll look

those two

silent, and Sharon's tone

most. I've sent her over; let her stay with you for

only you can

Sharon's voice faded, the doorbell echoed

maid had already opened the

to Mia's ordeal, the maid

with a hat pulled down over her swollen eyes, Mia switched shoes at

Zoey, who was leaning against

froze, then she charged like a

in our house?! I'll

quiet these past two days,

nearby vase, Mia hurled it at Zoey

Fitch

Mia struggled fiercely.

I'll kill

screams were shrill and grating, like nails on

the commotion, her vision blurry as she

twisted with rage, teeth sinking into Fitch's

made him let go, and Mia

ruined

connected to an

Mia away but was too

tightened her grip on Zoey's neck; she was consumed with

moments of life and death,

to receive a stinging slap

"You

cheek, found the situation absurd. Was she in debt to the Haskins from a