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.

sat in the passenger seat,

her fingers were festering, yet

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

up, he rubbed his forehead,

he had a meeting to attend at the

he didn't bother to check on

floor for the meeting, but during the meeting,

outside occasionally.

the Haskins family business, he'd been

when someone asked him the squestion twice, he felt irritable

all this verbose fluff; I don't have tfor

was shocked, but before he could react,

glances and reluctantly

boss always needed a polish, or else no one could

things slide, but

in his office, he loosened his tie with one

didn't dare disturb

while and noticing it was getting dark outside, Fitch

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

still be in

enough, when he opened the door, there she was, still curled up asleep,

from her wounds.

flare of anger ignited in Fitch, and he shook her awake

you sick or

collar was gripped tight, making it hard

at the dark sky outside, she realized night had

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

Zoey's current residence;

you're droppingoff. What about