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?"

not meet her

with rage, clenching her fists so tightly

keep this up; Fitch was already growing

she continued with her schemes,

needed a permanent

thought of Zoey seducing her

thinking? How could

Zoey destroy her life and still

got out of bed and returned to

pleased to see

tell you to spend a few more days

had been meant to frZoey, but

had to think

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

I need

with a sigh, "I know

seething. Fitch knew Zoey was a criminal, and

hatred

be sick, to get my brother to chand look after

eyed her skeptically, "What are you

you care aboutanymore, like my

I'll play

was working late at the office when he received

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

meeting and immediately drove back

saw Mia sitting on the sofa; with a bandage

a

headed upstairs toward Sharon's

feigning unconsciousness, and a doctor was make up

"How is mom?"

is just overwhelmed with worry. She was calling out for

bed,

bed before she began

faintly, "Fitch, handyour phone. I

Mia's incident."