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?"

dared not meet her eyes and nodded

trembling with rage, clenching her fists so tightly

up; Fitch was already

with her schemes, he'd

needed a

thought of Zoey seducing her

Fitch thinking? How could he fall

couldn't let Zoey destroy her life and still

got out of bed and returned to the

was actually pleased

you to spend a few more days

been meant to frZoey, but now that Zoey was free,

think of sother

felt like she was going mad; it seemed a wild beast within her was slamming

I need

"I know you're hurting, but don't take it out

Fitch knew Zoey was a

was blind with hatred and had lost all

to get my brother to

eyed her skeptically, "What are

care aboutanymore,

I'll play along, but no more

received the news that Sharon

could be due to Miss Mia's

paused the meeting and immediately drove back

sitting on the sofa; with a bandage wrapped

with a

headed upstairs toward Sharon's

bed, feigning unconsciousness, and a doctor was

"How is mom?"

worry. She

the bed, with his back ramrod

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

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

Mia's incident."