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

She

vile man she'd been

for an outlet,

and weakened, appeared to have

the couch with a cold sneer, and she dismissed the servants

water.

word of protest; she had her orders. She was to play

free.

ordeal, Zoey complied without resistance; she just heated a cup of water in

before Mia.

how Zoey's hands were

you deserve this. Being my maid is your punishment. My brother said as long as I don't kill anyone, it's

you to him? You're nothing in

she was painfully aware of her worthlessness

fetched the kettle of boiling water from the kitchen with

it, I'll pour this entire

Zoey was grasping with her palms. The glass,

hot liquid,

filled and the water overflowed, scalding drops cascaded down Zoey's fingers,

instantly.

twisted sense of satisfaction, Mia

to

a thin line, and her brows

Haskins family had cast her in this role of sin-bearer,