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.

a broken home—in fact, he found it almost laughable.

wall, he'd probably pull out a gun and

taught to stand alone in matters of

who helped her escape the shadow of her stepfather, and she

love.

such sentiments. He could marry a stranger—a

up trouble

on love, Fitch was

her mindset was unhealthy, and she longed

this longing, she understood his

that was her

we always chase

quite understood why she liked Fitch, but now it was

was shrewd. He knew what she wanted, but had

table was like candy to a

me? Serve tfor my sister, and I'll grant your

chin forced her to look up at him, and his face

way with Zoey because he

his. Zoey was like a butterfly caught in

her for what felt like an eternity,

his hands, he waited for

had never kissed her like that before, not even during the brief period he had lost his memory. His kisses were always brief,

the point.

loved to be kissed, and her

"Okay."

face,

expression turned cold immediately,

she was still processing the turn of events, even when he spoke with the police and the