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.

the passenger seat, quietly watching

were festering,

didn't immediately start the car but took a phone call, his brows knitted with a commanding

he rubbed his forehead, feeling desperately

meeting

he didn't bother to

the meeting, his mind

outside occasionally.

took over the Haskins family business, he'd been a workaholic, never

asked him the squestion twice, he felt irritable and stood up

this verbose fluff; I

before he could react, Fitch had already left

behind exchanged uneasy glances and reluctantly started revising their

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

used to let things slide, but

his office, he loosened his

assistant didn't dare disturb

was getting dark outside, Fitch grabbed his coat and clocked

the

possibly still be in the passenger

when he

from her wounds.

flare of anger ignited in Fitch, and

sick or

making it hard for her to

the dark sky outside, she realized

collar, settled into the driver's seat, and hit

stopped the car at Zoey's current residence; her fingertips were

droppingoff. What