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

were festering,

the car but took a phone call, his brows knitted with a

hanging up, he rubbed his forehead, feeling desperately in need of a

he had a meeting to attend

didn't bother to

the meeting,

outside occasionally.

over the Haskins family business, he'd been a workaholic, never allowing anything to disturb

the squestion twice, he felt irritable

verbose fluff; I don't have tfor

he could react, Fitch

behind exchanged uneasy glances and reluctantly started revising

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

to let things slide, but today he

office, he loosened his tie with one hand,

didn't dare

with paperwork for a while and noticing it was

the

in the passenger seat,

surged within him and, sure enough, when he opened the door, there she

from her wounds.

of anger ignited in Fitch, and he shook

you sick or

tight, making it hard for her

at the dark sky outside, she realized night had

collar, settled into the driver's seat,

at Zoey's current residence; her

you're droppingoff.