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 her

clenching her fists so tightly that her palms began to

up; Fitch was already

continued with her schemes, he'd wash his hands

a

a thin line; the thought of Zoey seducing her brother again

was Fitch thinking? How

she couldn't let Zoey destroy her life

of bed and returned to the Haskins

pleased

you to spend a few

suicide had been meant to frZoey, but now that Zoey

think of sother

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

need a

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

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

blind with hatred and had lost all

be sick, to get my brother to chand

her skeptically,

don't you care

I mean. Alright, I'll play along, but no more

he received the news that Sharon

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

and immediately drove back

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

with a

nodded and headed upstairs

unconsciousness, and a doctor was make

"How is mom?"

just overwhelmed with worry. She was calling out for you just

sat by the bed, with his back

the bed before she began to

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

Mia's incident."