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

called to the door,

bodyguards entered the

"Sir."

a bit too thin, yet still with a touch

all yours," he

disbelief; she thought she

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

"Fitch!"

shattered as she called out his name; her lips were

"Don't do this."

flicking the cigarette butt into

you know what she went through? Your stepfather

How heartless can you be to say

She had imagined a thousand different scenarios for Mia,

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

did he get

might, Zoey climbed off the bed,

didn't know, I really

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

waiting for?"

but

Zoey back to the bed, they looked

frame, seemingly observing the scene with detached

"Get off! Get off!"

were futile; she hadn't eaten in days

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

vacant, and as one of the men

understand. You said that you'd protect