Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"I'll marry you."

Those words, usually so full of promise and joy, hung heavy in the air, as they were tainted by the gravity of the moment and the

price of her freedom. Had they been spoken under different circumstances, she might have wept with happiness.

How could running someone over result in just a year behind bars? But when Fitch said one year, it meant that money would be

used to smooth things over, to gain the forgiveness of the victim's family,and to bargain for a lighter sentence.

One year. Just one year of her life in exchange for a future with Fitch.

Zoey leaned against the wall, oblivious to its chill—perhaps because her own body felt even colder.

She had so much to say, but Fitch's next words froze her in place.

"You wanted to marry me, didn't you?"

He knew. He remembered everything and had deliberately ignored her feelings.

She did have feelings for Fitch, deep ones.

But they were worlds apart. She had never known warmth, and had always yearned for it from others. Her mother's coldness only

fueled her desperate attempts to please her, which was a twisted mindset indeed.

Hfor her was like a decrepit wall, full of holes and about to crumble anytime, yet she stubbornly kept repainting it, convincing

herself it was still solid enough to lean on.

Fitch was different. He had learned early on not to rely on anyone. Affection was superfluous to him.

of a girl from a broken home—in fact, he found it almost laughable. If he

as broken as that wall, he'd probably

up a clinging vine, never taught to stand alone

fifteen, she met Murray, who helped her escape the shadow of her

love.

was numb to such sentiments. He could marry a stranger—a well-behaved heiress—and

up trouble

too dependent on love, Fitch

her mindset was unhealthy, and she longed

longing, she understood his allure better than

was

all, we always chase what we

quite understood why she liked Fitch, but now

knew what she wanted, but

offer on the table was

marry me? Serve tfor my

forced her to look up

Zoey because he knew

lips met, and her hands were captured in his. Zoey was like

kissed her for what felt like an eternity, until her pale lips turned red

her face in his hands, he waited for her

the brief period he had lost

the point.

Zoey loved to be kissed, and her eyes always begged him for

"Okay."

face, she

go, and his expression turned cold immediately, as if he had conducted a

still processing the turn of events,