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 that

tears streaming down her cheeks despite her effort to fight them

Fitch called to the door, "Con

bodyguards entered the

"Sir."

she was a bit too thin, yet still with a touch of

yours,"

widened in disbelief; she thought she

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

"Fitch!"

his name; her lips were trembling, and her

"Don't do this."

amusing; flicking the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can, he

it coming? Do you know what she

be to say such a

mind buzzed. She had imagined a thousand different scenarios for Mia,

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

he get

climbed off the bed, her vision

didn't know,

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

are you waiting for?" he snapped

hesitated, feeling conflicted, but these

to the bed, they looked

door frame, seemingly observing the scene with

"Get off! Get off!"

were futile; she hadn't eaten in days and a bout of stomach iliness left

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

and as one of the

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