Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey's heart was pounding fiercely, her palms tingling.

It was only after she realized what she had done that she took a step back. Fitch lowered his lashes, his fingertips wiping away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not going to hurt you."

"Mr. Haskins is correct, but maybe deep down, I think you might hurt me?"

She had forgotten, but her body still remembered the slap he had given her at the Haskins' Thanksgiving dinner. Fitch stopped wiping his lip, falling silent. Zoey had no desire to engage with him further and found a chair to sit in. Fitch seemed frozen in place, her words striking him like a dagger, drawing blood.

She had become clever now, he thought. He tried to provoke her into remembering the past, and she hit back with even greater force. But she truly didn't remember, so she couldn't grasp the intent behind his words. Unfortunately, he remembered all too well, so one could only imagine the impact of her words.

Zoey didn't want to look at him; she just sat still in her chair. After a while, she felt her chair sink slightly as he sat down beside her.

"Zoey."

He called her name.

"We're not close; you should just call me Zoey."

"I'm sorry."

have nothing to apologize for. Today's incident with Nolan was

have reasons to

just at that moment, her phone rang. It was Henry. She stood up and walked to the side to answer the call,

way, and my folks are with me. At this hour, I bet your parents haven't left yet.

with an unstable relationship, soon to face a long-distance challenge, were 99% likely to drift apart. But now

when she heard footsteps behind her.

stared at her empty palm, dumbfounded for a moment, and then saw him hang

Give me back my

"Zoey, you had a car accident four years ago and lost your memory. Have you ever considered that maybe we knew each other before?"

to get engaged to

I think he's a

know what you and I were

coldly, "Even if we were once a couple, it doesn't matter now. Since my memory loss, I have no impression of you at all, which means I didn't care that much about you. Or maybe I did care about you I once, but four years ago, I was Willing to let you go. Mr. Haskins, I have a new relationship

for her phone again, but Fitch

back to Greenfield

she noticed several bodyguards approaching from behind, and her face turned pale. "Fitch, what the hell are you

words left her mouth,