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

remained curled up on the bed, with tears streaming down her cheeks

cigarette, Fitch called to the door, "Con

bodyguards

"Sir."

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

all yours,"

widened in disbelief; she thought she

and her heart was racing as she

"Fitch!"

name; her lips were trembling, and her fingers

"Don't do this."

found her reaction amusing; flicking the cigarette butt

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

can you be to

thousand different scenarios for

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

he

her might, Zoey climbed off the bed, her vision

didn't know, I really

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

you waiting for?" he snapped at the

conflicted, but these were Fitch's direct

bed, they looked to Fitch for any sign of

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

"Get off! Get off!"

hadn't eaten in days

for their force; it was

eyes grew vacant, and as one of the men moved

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