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.

quivered, and she was at a loss for words even after closing

there and blurted out, "Fitch,

her eyes downcast, she

last tWendy had carelessly tossed Ozzy downstairs, she had flung him into the pond without a

Zoey

his fingers. When Zoey had called

hadn't seen in

in her eyes; it was

burned down to a stub, and the ash fell

up in the moment, immersed in the memory when

was back, she'd momentarily forgotten

of person - a little bit of sweetness

his tail furiously. He had been well-fed by Zoey before, but

his bark sounded

watched him devour the food in his bowl, her

flicked away the cigarette

get up, she

Fitch's hand traveled from her back to the nape

was a one-sided

bed creaked loudly for a long

it was over, his forehead was resting against her back, and his breaths were

showered, the scent of her body wash lingered in the air - a fragrance Fitch was all

pulled away, casually grabbing

to the last shred of her

neat. After a quick adjustment of his pants, he tossed a