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?"

fingerprints all over it, and now

this woman off

to Zoey, who was still unconscious

gone through, he gently

look into

heard those two talking! Hand Zoey over to me, or to

silent, and Sharon's tone softened a

trusts you the most. I've sent her over; let her stay with you for a while. She's

only you

voice faded, the doorbell echoed through the

Fitch could reply, the maid had already

Mia's ordeal, the maid found tonight's

in a thick coat with a hat pulled down over her swollen eyes, Mia switched shoes at the door and called out

Zoey, who

she

our house?! I'll kill her! I'll kill

eerily quiet these past two days,

Mia hurled

up, Fitch grabbed her

Mia struggled fiercely.

kill her! I'll kill

were shrill and grating, like nails on a

commotion, her vision

twisted with rage, teeth sinking into Fitch's

made him let go, and Mia

ruined my

to an IV,

push Mia away but

tears streaming, tightened her grip on Zoey's neck;

life and death, one’s

shoved Mia away, only to receive a stinging slap

"You deserve to

cheek, found the situation absurd. Was she in