Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The next second, Zoey burst into a coughing fit, spattering blood onto his crisp white shirt.

His face turned dark as thunder, and with one swift motion, he shoved her aside.

Zoey stumbled, clutching at her stomach as waves of searing pain threatened to overwhelm her. Her fingers clung desperately to

the bed-sheets beneath her, as if she was holding on to consciousness itself.

Fitch eyed the crimson stain spreading on his shirt.

A knock cfrom the door at that moment.

“Mr. Haskins, Miss Mia has been crying non-stop.”

He inhaled deeply and peeled off the bloodied shirt; as he was about to pick a clean one from the wardrobe, he heard her plea,

“Just get it over with, will you?”

What did she expect? To be force-fed chili until she got stomach cancer?

If he really wanted her dead, a packet of rat poison would do the job.

“You want it over with?”

Slipping into a fresh shirt, he adjusted the cool metal of his watch around his wrist.

It was nine in the evening.

“Go outside and kneel. Once Mia calms down, I'll let you back in.”

the sheets as she heard his

his back to her, Fitch moved towards the door, reaching

she called

with a frown creasing his brow, he felt irritation rising within

out and closing the door

behind, watched the door shut; her eyelashes cast long shadows as she curled up on the bed,

throw a tantrum but instead reached for a knife, threatening to slash

own throat.

but

“Don’t touch me!”

the stairs, and said with an icy voice, “What

stiffened, with tears

her,

she get to marry the man she loves after ruining

the knife from her grip,

up, her eyes swollen beyond

die. If you marry her, I'll kill myself right

placed the knife on the table beside them,

couch, Mia buried her head in her hands, “I want her to die. I want her

no idea what I've been through these past few days, and

my life is ruined. I can’t forget what he did to me. I've lost

will laugh at me.”

hands

out. For now, only mom knows about

to laugh bitterly, grinding her teeth, “Is that what matters? I want

“I'll send her

Why should I agree to

her cheeks flushed with rage, “I've changed my mind. I want her to