Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The hospital ward echoed with Mia's piercing screams.

Having jetted to North America and back without rest, Fitch could only feel the throb of a headache setting in.

"Go home," Sharon urged him gently. "I'll stay here with Mia."

Without a word, Fitch turned on his heel and left.

At sight of his leaving, Mia burst into tears. "You might as well not be my real brother. You're so cold to your own family. I'm done

with you, done with being a Haskins!"

Sharon's grip tightened on Mia's wrist. "What nonsense are you spouting? You know exactly what kind of man your brother is. You

can say anything, Mia, but don't you dare speak to him that way."

Fitch had long been the appointed heir to the Haskins fortune; having to keep everyone else in line, he has shouldered more

burdens than they knew.

Sharon was acutely aware that it was not through any effort of their own but due to Fitch's favor in their father's eyes that her own

family has gained a comfortable position..

Without Fitch's protection, they would have certainly faced a harsher reality within the Haskins hierarchy.

Mia's good life was the result of her brother's battles within the family empire.

Mia whimpered softly, with her shoulders shaking.

speak kindly to your brother. His burden

hospital, Fitch lit a cigarette and gazed up at the overcast sky, feeling the wind biting through his coat.

might

concern crossed his mind. He remembered Zoey. She had always taken his

silently, never seeking revenge.

for her had tainted every impression, so his

another cigarette, he thought of how Zoey was now locked up. He knew his mother's ruthlessness—if

would be no

If Zoey died.

Zoey died, he'd

untouchable Fitch Haskins.

his hands betrayed him; he reached for his phone to find out where she

drove to

out by two officers, with a bruise marring her cheek and strangulation marks

impeccable suit, which accentuated his sharp

handcuffs on her wrists made her feel like a

greedy. If she hadn't

officers left, leaving her

his gaze fixed on the marks on her neck. It was

he asked, "How's life on

gaunt appearance; she knew she wasn't the

she finally looked up, a forced smile crept across her lips. Even now, she worried if her

always so