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 her eyes

was trembling with rage, clenching her fists so tightly

up; Fitch was already

with her schemes, he'd wash his hands

a permanent

a thin line; the thought of

How could

couldn't let Zoey destroy her life

bed and returned to the

pleased to see

spend a few more days at

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

had to think of sother

mad; it seemed a wild beast within her

I need

her hand, replied with a sigh, "I know you're hurting,

was a criminal, and

hatred and had

to be sick, to get

eyed her skeptically, "What are

care aboutanymore, like my

Alright, I'll

office when he received the

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

the meeting and immediately drove

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

with a soft,

and headed upstairs

feigning unconsciousness, and a doctor

"How is mom?"

is just overwhelmed with worry. She was calling

the bed,

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

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

Mia's incident."