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

taste

curled up on the bed, with tears streaming down her

called

bodyguards entered the

"Sir."

bit too thin, yet still with a touch

yours,"

disbelief; she thought she had

tried to sit up, and her heart was racing as she heard

"Fitch!"

name; her lips were trembling, and her fingers were

"Don't do this."

cigarette butt

it coming? Do you know what she went through? Your stepfather tormented

How heartless can you be to say

a thousand different scenarios

on Mia? Didn't he know the clout of the

did he get

her might, Zoey climbed off the bed, her vision blurring as she stumbled toward

know,

away, and lighted another cigarette, his frosty demeanor seeming to freeze her to the

are you waiting for?"

conflicted, but these were Fitch's

bed, they looked to Fitch for any sign

observing the

"Get off! Get off!"

eaten in days and a bout of stomach iliness left

match for their force; it was

of the men moved over her, she whispered

don't understand. You said that you'd protect