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,

cuts on her fingers were festering, yet she felt

but took a

rubbed his forehead, feeling desperately in need of

meeting to attend

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

floor for the meeting, but during the

outside occasionally.

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

however, when someone asked him the squestion twice, he felt irritable and stood

fluff; I don't

was shocked, but before he could react, Fitch had already left the

behind exchanged uneasy glances and reluctantly started

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

things slide, but today he broke through the

he loosened his tie with one hand,

didn't dare

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

he approached his car in the underground parking, a thought

still be in the passenger seat,

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

from her wounds.

in Fitch, and he shook her awake

sick or

collar was gripped tight, making it hard

dark sky outside, she realized night

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

stopped the car at Zoey's current residence;

you're droppingoff.