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

clenching her fists so tightly that her palms began

up;

with her schemes, he'd

needed a

thought of Zoey seducing her

Fitch thinking? How could he fall for

life and still marry into a

bed and returned

actually pleased

tell you to spend a few

to frZoey, but now that Zoey was

to think

going mad; it seemed a wild

I need

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

was seething. Fitch knew Zoey was a criminal, and

hatred and had lost

to get my brother to

skeptically,

don't you care aboutanymore, like my

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

the office when he received the

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

the meeting and immediately drove back to the Haskins

the sofa; with a bandage wrapped

a soft,

headed upstairs toward Sharon's

in bed, feigning unconsciousness, and a doctor

"How is mom?"

with worry. She was calling out for you

by the bed, with his back ramrod

sat on the other side of the bed before she began to

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

Mia's incident."