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

tears streaming down her cheeks despite her

called to the

bodyguards

"Sir."

on the bed; she was a bit too thin, yet

yours,"

eyes widened in disbelief; she

tried to sit up, and her heart was racing as

"Fitch!"

called out his name; her lips were trembling,

"Don't do this."

found her reaction amusing; flicking the cigarette

what she went through? Your stepfather tormented her for an entire day and

How heartless can you be to say such

thousand

to lay a hand on Mia? Didn't he know the clout of the Haskins family

did he

climbed off the bed, her vision blurring as she stumbled

didn't know, I

cigarette, his frosty demeanor seeming to freeze her to

are you waiting for?" he snapped

but these were Fitch's

looked to Fitch for any sign

door frame, seemingly observing the scene with detached interest, yet also appearing

"Get off! Get off!"

days and a bout of

was no match for their force; it was torn away easily

eyes grew vacant, and as one of

that you'd protect me, and wouldn't letsuffer. I really don't