Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

They all missed the moment when Fitch's face turned terrifyingly dark. He stood still, shrouded in a sinister aura, as if he was ready to devour everything around him. Zoey, caught between emotions, didn't know what to say. She was moved, yes, but more than that, she felt uneasy. Deep down, she wasn't sure about their relationship.

"Henry..."

She couldn't finish her sentence before Fitch turned to the bodyguards nearby and snapped, "Are you dead or something?"

In the next moment, the bodyguards moved forward and took Henry away.

Zoey was frantic, "Fitch, what are you planning to do with him? We live in a society governed by laws, don't do anything rash!" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Fitch remained silent but forcefully pulled her back and shut the living room door. Only then did Zoey notice the blood soaking through his shirt, looking quite ghastly. Fitch's lips had turned pale as he sat on the couch.

do with Henry?" Zoey asked immediately, without inquiring

that one day she would become so indifferent. Indifferent enough to ignore his injury and worry solely about another man. Indifferent to

injury, but this time, the pain seemed unbearable. He made a phone call, and soon

severity of Fitch's injury. The sharp edge of a stone had sliced through his shirt and into his flesh, staining it with blood. As the doctor treated him, Fitch sat

say. She felt a deep-rooted dread and aversion

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away from Fitch whenever he got close. She couldn't pinpoint Why,

four times the market price. Claiming he had

really after? Could it be, as she suggested,

he wanted; why would he