Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch couldn't quite grasp why he was driven to act on impulse; perhaps it was that shimmering gaze that had sparked something

within him.

The rush of adrenaline was simply irrepressible.

Even now, his body was still abuzz with excitement.

Reaching for his pack of cigarettes, he intended to light another one, only to find the pack empty.

He'd been hitting them hard lately.

Leaning back, he undid the top two buttons of his shirt, as if needing extra air to breathe easier.

After calming himself for an hour, he finally hit the gas and drove back home.

In the dead of night, Zoey spiked a fever.

Fumbling, she managed to swallow a couple of pills; hearing Ozzy's bark, she weakly stretched a hand to the bedside, absently

petting him.

Weighed down by the heat of the fever, her mind was foggy.

Fitch's scent still lingered on the bed, as if he hadn't really left.

Burying her face in the pillow, she clung to that lingering trace of him for comfort, and her body was still radiating with feverish

warmth.

Unbeknownst to her, the photo of Fitch dropping her off had already made its way to Mia's hands.

Mia had been convinced by Sharon to stay put in the hospital room that afternoon.

The whole ordeal was her own doing; she wanted to see Zoey and her family destroyed.

As Mia looked at the photo in her grasp,her face turned ashen.

"So, my brother stayed at her place for hours?"

man before her dared not meet

fists so

up; Fitch was

she continued with her schemes, he'd wash his hands of

a permanent

into a thin line; the thought of Zoey seducing her brother again made

was Fitch thinking? How

couldn't let Zoey destroy her life and still marry into

of bed and returned to

pleased to

spend

to frZoey, but now that

had to think of

a wild beast within her was slamming

need

hand, replied with a sigh, "I know you're hurting, but don't take it out

Fitch knew Zoey was a criminal, and yet he'd gone to

was blind with hatred and had

sick, to get my

eyed her skeptically, "What are you

you care aboutanymore, like my

I mean. Alright, I'll play along, but no more wild

late at the office when he received the news that Sharon had fainted

the lady's condition could be due to Miss Mia's situation;

paused the meeting and immediately drove back to

on the sofa; with a bandage

with a soft,

headed

unconsciousness, and a doctor was make up her prescription beside

"How is mom?"

lady is just overwhelmed with worry. She

the bed, with

on the other side of the bed before she began to cry, "It's all my fault,

and coughed faintly, "Fitch, handyour phone. I need to call your grandfather; he's been

Mia's incident."