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

up on the bed, with tears streaming down her cheeks despite

Fitch called

burly bodyguards entered

"Sir."

the bed; she was a bit too thin, yet still with a touch

all yours,"

in disbelief; she thought

sit up, and her heart was racing

"Fitch!"

she called out his name; her lips were

"Don't do this."

the cigarette butt into a nearby

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

you be to say such a

She had imagined a thousand different scenarios

on Mia? Didn't he know the clout

did he get

Zoey climbed off the bed, her vision blurring as

know,

away, and lighted another cigarette, his frosty demeanor seeming to

waiting for?" he

feeling conflicted, but these were

Zoey back to the bed, they looked to Fitch for any

back against the door frame, seemingly observing the scene with

"Get off! Get off!"

in days and a bout of stomach iliness

nightgown was no match for their force; it was

one of the men moved over her,

protect me, and wouldn't letsuffer. I really