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.

in the passenger seat, quietly

cuts on her fingers were festering, yet

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

hanging up, he rubbed his forehead,

meeting

bother to check on Zoey, who remained seated in

meeting, but during the meeting, his

outside occasionally.

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

him the squestion twice, he felt

fluff; I don't have

could react,

exchanged uneasy glances and reluctantly started revising

or else no one

slide, but

in his office, he loosened his tie with one hand, his

assistant didn't

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

his car in the underground parking, a thought crossed his

possibly still be in the

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

from her wounds.

Fitch, and he shook her awake

sick

gripped tight, making it hard for her

dark sky outside, she realized night

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

stopped the car at Zoey's current residence;

you're droppingoff. What