Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Mia, stop crying, honey."

"It's useless anyway, isn't it? I got hurt by her stepfather, and she blabbed about it to everyone. Now everyone's whispering and

pointing behind my back. Crying won't change a damn thing. I might as well be dead. Why did you even bother saving me? Just let

She cried with a voice pitched into hysteria, and bolted from the bed, racing toward the window with the desperate intent to jump.

Sharon caught her in the nick of time, feeling her heart pounding with fear. "That's not what I meant, baby. Didn't I just send that

witch to the police station? Don't worry, I'll pull sstrings to make sure she stays locked up for a good long while."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the hospital room door swung open, and Fitch stepped in.

Mia had always been terrified of her brother, so she shrank back at the sight of him; her eyes, already swollen from crying, puffed

up even more.

"Brother, please, I don't want you to marry someone like her. Please don't stay with her. If you do, what will becof me."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke; the weight of her misery was evident in her eyes.

Consumed with hatred, she felt like a caged beast ever since she'd been brought back, ready to lash out and destroy everything at

any given moment.

In a twisted exchange, she'd traded her self-destructive behavior for Zoey's incarceration. To her, it felt worth it.

No one would ever know the truth; they would only see her as the victim.

a dark corner, Mia's lips curled into a sly

purpose that day. She couldn't help it; just looking at

man she'd

for an outlet,

weakened, appeared

sneer, and she dismissed the servants before turning her gaze to

of boiling water. And make sure it's

of protest; she had her orders. She was to play the nanny and keep Mia pleased,

free.

a cup of water in the kitchen and carefully

before Mia.

satisfaction how Zoey's hands were reddened from the heat

Being my maid is your punishment. My brother said as long as I

you to him? You're

reminders; she was painfully aware of her worthlessness to

kettle of boiling water from

drop it, I'll pour this entire kettle over

into the glass Zoey was grasping with her palms. The

with the already hot

filled and the water overflowed,

instantly.

Mia felt the beast within her roar with

anything to say,

were a thin line, and her brows were beaded with

The Haskins family had cast her in this role of sin-bearer, and her voice was too weak to be