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

was trembling with rage, clenching her fists so tightly that her

couldn't keep this up; Fitch was already

continued with her schemes, he'd wash his hands of

needed a permanent

a thin line; the thought of Zoey seducing her brother

Fitch thinking? How

Zoey destroy her life and still

bed and returned to the

was actually pleased to

to spend a few more days

been meant to frZoey, but now that

had to think of sother

seemed a wild beast within her was

I need a

know you're hurting, but don't take it

knew Zoey was a criminal, and

hatred and had

you to pretend to be sick, to get my brother to

skeptically, "What are

care

Alright, I'll play along, but no more

late at the office when he received

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

meeting and immediately drove back

sofa; with a bandage wrapped around

a soft,

and headed

and a

"How is mom?"

worry. She was calling out for

the bed, with his

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

and coughed faintly, "Fitch, handyour phone. I

Mia's incident."