Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch's grip tightened around her feet, his gaze sweeping past her.

Zoey pursed her lips, her eyes reddening slightly. "Let's cut the crap. If you really cared about me, you'd ask what I want. I'm asking for an apple, and you're shoving a pear down my throat, then getting mad at me for not being grateful. How does that make sense?"

Fitch lowered his lashes, his fingertips gently massaging her feet. "There's no negotiating going back to Greenfield."

Zoey instantly clammed up. This man was impossible to talk to.

There was no going back to Greenfield today. After finishing a bottle of medicine, she clutched her stomach. "I'm craving oatmeal, can you go grab some for me downstairs?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Fitch lifted his hand, tucking her hair behind her ear, and stood up to get it.

he waited outside. Zoey eyed the large window in the restroom, dragged a table over, climbed onto it, and then climbed out. Drenched in sweat from the effort, she

with disgust upon seeing her. Zoey had snagged a position Gemma had been eyeing, causing her days of frustration Seeing Fitch always at the school with Nolan, it was clear he deeply cared for his

close to Fitch, her future would be set. But Zoey had ruined everything. So, running into Zoey now, she screamed out of reflex, ready to pick a fight. But Zoey didn't even

you show up at the hospital. Don't tell me you've been entertaining

attention of everyone in the

hospital's back door and hailed a taxi. "Driver, please

March and

this village, saying it was where she grew up, sent there for her protection. She couldn't stay in Zion City any longer, unsure how long Fitch would keep pursuing her. It was time to hide out

its remote location made it an

other solution.

was her only option.