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

the bed, with tears streaming

his cigarette, Fitch called to the

burly bodyguards

"Sir."

she was a bit too thin, yet still

all yours," he

disbelief;

her heart was racing as she heard

"Fitch!"

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

"Don't do this."

flicking the cigarette butt into a

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

How heartless can you be to say such a

buzzed. She had imagined a thousand

dare to lay a hand on Mia? Didn't he know

did he get

her might, Zoey climbed off the bed, her

didn't know, I really

another cigarette, his frosty demeanor seeming

for?" he snapped at

feeling conflicted, but these were Fitch's direct

to the bed, they looked to Fitch for any sign of

seemingly observing the

"Get off! Get off!"

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

it was torn away easily

one of

you'd protect me, and wouldn't