Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey had had enough. Feeling drained, she pushed herself up and trudged to the bathroom for a shower.

Stripping down, she caught sight of the bruises that peppered her skin, souvenirs from kicks and blows, even her lips weren't

spared.

The woman in the mirror looked gaunt, and her eyes were unnaturally large against her thin face.

After her shower, she returned to find Fitch still hanging around. She didn't quite get his deal, and she didn't press him to leave.

She made herself a steaming bowl! of oatmeal, and it was only then that she felt a flicker of strength return to her body.

While she was at the sink washing dishes, the doorbell rang.

Peering through the video intercom, she saw it was the building manager.

"Zoey," the manager called out from outside.

She hurried to open the door and was met with the sight of the manager holding a small dog.

"Zoey, we found this little guy wandering around the complex. Last tsomeone tossed him into the pond to drown, but

thankfully, a passerby rescued him. We've asked around, and nobody knows whose it is. Someone mentioned it might be yours.

The dog's been at the office, but it's too noisy. Is it yours?"

Zoey stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. After a long moment, she finally took the trembling, grey pup into her arms.

Ozzy whimpered softly.

lips quivered, and she was at a

around, she remembered Fitch was there and blurted out, "Fitch, look

downcast, she just quietly stroked

downstairs, she had flung him into the pond without

him dirty. Zoey didn't

his fingers. When Zoey had called out

hadn't seen

by that glimmer in her eyes; it was like

stub, and the ash fell to the

moment, immersed in the memory when she and Fitch first found

was back, she'd momentarily forgotten all her

of person - a little bit

He had

his bark sounded tender and

devour the food in his bowl, her heart

flicked

get up, she was suddenly pushed down onto

from her back to

pillows. It was a

bed creaked loudly

his forehead was resting against her back, and

scent of her body wash lingered in the

pulled away, casually grabbing a blanket

said nothing, clinging to the last shred of her

clothes were still neat. After a quick adjustment of his pants, he tossed a card onto