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 her eyes and nodded

clenching her fists so tightly that her palms began

keep this up;

her schemes, he'd wash his

needed a

of Zoey seducing her brother again

Fitch thinking? How could he fall

life and still marry into a wealthy

of bed and returned to the

was actually pleased to see

I tell you to spend a few more days at the

but now that

had to think of sother

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

I need

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

Fitch knew Zoey was a criminal, and

was blind with hatred

to be sick, to get

her skeptically, "What are you

you care aboutanymore, like my

Alright, I'll

when he received the news

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

immediately drove

on the sofa; with a bandage

with a

headed

feigning unconsciousness, and a doctor

"How is mom?"

She was calling out

the bed, with his back

before she began to cry, "It's all my fault, mom, I'm

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

Mia's incident."