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?"

before her dared not meet her

with rage, clenching her fists so tightly that her palms began to

this up; Fitch

schemes, he'd wash

needed a

thought of Zoey seducing her brother

thinking? How could he fall for

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

bed and returned to the

pleased to

spend a

been meant to frZoey, but now that Zoey was

think of

mad; it seemed a wild beast within her was slamming against its

need

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

was a criminal, and

hatred and had lost all

pretend to be sick, to get my brother to chand

skeptically, "What are you

care aboutanymore, like

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

he received the news

to Miss Mia's situation; the madam has hardly eaten or

the meeting and immediately drove back

with a bandage wrapped around her wrist, she looked subdued. At sight of

a

nodded and headed

unconsciousness, and a doctor was

"How is mom?"

with worry. She was calling out for

by the bed, with his

of the bed before she began to cry,

eyes and coughed faintly, "Fitch, handyour phone. I need to call

Mia's incident."