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?"

her dared not meet

rage, clenching her fists

couldn't keep this up;

her schemes, he'd wash his hands of

needed a permanent

into a thin line; the thought of Zoey seducing her

thinking? How could

let Zoey destroy her life and still marry into

bed and returned to the Haskins

was actually pleased to see

I tell you to spend a

staged suicide had been meant to frZoey, but now that Zoey

think of

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

need a

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

seething. Fitch knew Zoey was a criminal, and yet he'd gone

blind with hatred

to be sick, to get my brother to chand look after you for a

skeptically,

don't you care aboutanymore, like my

I'll play along, but no more wild

late at the office when he received the news that Sharon

to Miss Mia's situation;

paused the meeting and immediately

a bandage wrapped around her wrist, she

a soft,

and headed upstairs toward Sharon's

feigning unconsciousness, and a doctor

"How is mom?"

worry. She was calling out for

the bed, with his back

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

and coughed faintly, "Fitch, handyour phone. I

Mia's incident."