Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Mia was cursing up a storm, her face contorted in rage.

Zoey, dragged along by Fitch's brute strength, felt as if her arm might snap at any moment.

She stumbled behind him, nearly tripping over her own feet multiple times.

But Fitch, with his lack of chivalry, didn't bother to slow down for her.

He led her to the farthest bedroom down the hall, and kicked the door open with his long legs before tossing her onto the bed.

Zoey hit the mattress so hard that she felt her insides churn. She curled up, coughing; with her hair damp with sweat, she looked

rather pitiful.

Fitch towered over her with a sneer. "You said she had it coming?"

Zoey's mind was clouded with pain, the sense of injustice threatening to drown her. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

She was fed up, truly fed up with this sibling.

"Yes, doesn't she deserve it?"

Fitch chuckled darkly, lighting up a cigarette and bringing it to his lips.

"Zoey, I must say I underestimated you. So, you really were involved in this mess?"

Whether she admitted it or not, what difference would it make?

He would always suspect her.

She said nothing, and Fitch took her silence as confirmation.

"Nice, Zoey. I always knew that the offspring of that kind of woman wouldn't be any good. You said Mia had it coming. Now it's your

to taste that

up on the bed, with tears streaming

called to the door, "Con

bodyguards entered

"Sir."

was a bit too

yours,"

in disbelief;

sit up, and her heart was racing as

"Fitch!"

shattered as she called out his name; her lips were trembling, and her fingers

"Don't do this."

flicking the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can,

think Mia had it coming? Do you know what she went through? Your stepfather tormented her for an

How heartless can you be to say such a

a thousand different scenarios for Mia, but never

lay a hand on Mia? Didn't he

did he get

her might, Zoey climbed off the bed, her vision blurring as

didn't know,

swatted her hand away, and lighted another cigarette, his frosty demeanor seeming

waiting for?"

but these were Fitch's direct

bed, they looked to Fitch for any sign of

frame, seemingly observing the

"Get off! Get off!"

futile; she hadn't eaten in days and a bout of

for their force; it was torn away easily to leave little

eyes grew vacant, and as one of the men moved over her,

understand. You said that you'd protect me, and wouldn't letsuffer.