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?"

not

her fists so tightly that her palms began to

keep this up;

schemes, he'd

a permanent

into a thin line; the thought of Zoey seducing

How could he fall for

let Zoey destroy her life and still marry into a wealthy

of bed and returned

pleased

I tell you to spend a few more days at the

suicide had been meant to frZoey, but now that Zoey was free, the

had to think

seemed a wild beast within

need

with a sigh, "I know

Fitch knew Zoey was a

blind with hatred and

to be sick, to

eyed her skeptically,

you care

not what I mean. Alright, I'll play along, but no

late at the office when he received

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

the meeting and immediately drove back to the Haskins

on the sofa; with a bandage wrapped around her wrist, she looked subdued. At sight

a

and headed upstairs toward Sharon's

unconsciousness, and a doctor was

"How is mom?"

just overwhelmed with worry. She was

the bed, with his

side of the bed before she began to cry,

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

Mia's incident."