Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Or rather, if she had any spine at all, it felt like it was made of cheap plastic.

As this thought crossed her mind, she had her elbows propped up on the table before her, with palms pressed together and resting

against her forehead.

Fitch had no idea what she was doing until he noticed her shoulders trembling slightly and tears dripping onto the tabletop, one

after another.

That irksfeeling crept up on him again. He wasn't normally short-tempered, but around her, he found his patience wore thin.

Crying? What's there to cry about? There are plenty of people in the world with bigger problems than hers.

Fitch's heart was indeed cold. He pulled out a cigarette, wanting to light up, but then he remembered where he was and reluctantly

put it back down.

Zoey continued to cry, clenching her hands tightly and trying not to let her sobs escape.

She didn't know why she was crying; just being around him made it impossible to hold back.

In the past few days, she had been hit repeatedly, but she only felt the physical pain, which was bearable.

But with Fitch's presence, it was as though all her wounds were being torn open again, which magnified the pain a thousandfold.

Unbearable agony.

She couldn't recall much of what happened next as she just numbly followed behind him, watching how he signed various

documents until, finally, she saw the blue sky outside.

she sat in the passenger seat, quietly watching the road

cuts on her fingers were festering, yet she

immediately start the car but took a phone call, his brows knitted

forehead, feeling desperately in

had a meeting to

arrival, he didn't bother to check on Zoey, who remained seated

the meeting, his mind wasn't fully there, and he couldn't

outside occasionally.

he took over the Haskins family business, he'd been

him the squestion twice, he felt irritable and stood

fluff; I don't have tfor sugar-coated

before he could react, Fitch had already

left behind exchanged uneasy glances and reluctantly started

boss always needed a polish, or else no one could bear the responsibility

things slide, but today he broke through

office, he loosened his tie with

assistant didn't dare

a while and noticing it was getting dark outside, Fitch grabbed his coat and clocked

he approached his car in the underground parking, a thought crossed

still be in

enough, when he opened the door, there she was,

from her wounds.

of anger ignited in Fitch,

you sick or

tight, making it hard for her to

sky outside, she realized

let go of her collar, settled into the driver's seat, and

car at Zoey's current residence; her fingertips were trembling

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