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.”

grip loosened on the sheets as she heard

to her, Fitch moved towards the door, reaching for the

then she called

steps halted; with a frown creasing his brow, he

his pace, stepping out and

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

not throw a tantrum but instead reached for

own throat.

intervene, but she swung wildly

“Don’t touch me!”

stood at the foot of the stairs, and said with an icy voice, “What are you

with

want to marry her, make her

to marry the man she loves after ruining

her, Fitch took the knife from her

up, her eyes

to die. If you marry her,

beside them, “So what do you want

buried her head in her hands, “I want her to

idea what I've been through these past few days, and you don’t know how

I can’t forget what he did to me. I've lost my first time; no one will wantnow. If this

will laugh at me.”

rested his hands on

won't get out. For now, only mom knows about

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

knife to be taken away, “I'll send her abroad, and you'll never have to see

should I agree to

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