Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The air in the living room was thick with silence; neither Zoey nor the man before her uttered a word.

From Zoey's perspective, she couldn't muster even a shred of fondness for this man, whose sudden arrival in Zion City had thrown her life into disarray. She had hoped to discuss her upcoming marriage with Henry calmly and rationally, but Fitch's presence had turned everything upside down. All she had ever wanted was a simple life.

Fitch extinguished his cigarette, his mind flooded with images of Zoey trying to protect Henry. His gaze hardened dangerously.

"Have you and Henry, you know, been together?" he asked abruptly.

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"Have you?" he pressed.

Her fingers trembled with anger. "What business is it of yours, Mr. Haskins? By what right do you ask?"

"So, you have." His voice was laced with deep, unspoken emotions.

Suddenly, Zoey felt afraid, especially since Fitch had been injured earlier. He seemed like a man consumed by darkness, unpredictable and dangerous.

She pursed her lips and moved to exit the room. Opening the living room door, she was met by Fitch's bodyguards. Despite the bandages wrapped around his torso, Fitch's muscular form was tense, as if harboring a terrifying force.

Zoey was pulled back into the room, the door slamming shut behind them. Her face drained of color as she was pressed against the wall.

You seem so concerned about him. He must make you

shocked. Fitch had been notoriously reserved and cold for the past four years, rarely speaking more than necessary to anyone except for Nolan, to whom he showed a

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