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 watching the

her fingers were

the car but took a phone call, his brows

he rubbed his forehead, feeling desperately in

meeting

drove to the office, and upon arrival, he didn't bother to check on

during the meeting, his

outside occasionally.

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

the squestion twice, he felt irritable and stood

this verbose fluff; I don't have

before he could react, Fitch had already left the

left behind exchanged uneasy glances and

polish, or else

slide, but today he

his office, he loosened his tie

didn't dare disturb

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

his car in the underground

be in

strange feeling surged within him and, sure enough, when he opened the door,

from her wounds.

anger ignited in Fitch, and

you sick or

tight, making it hard

dark sky outside,

let go of her collar, settled into

car at Zoey's current residence; her fingertips

you're droppingoff. What about