Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey clutched her clothes tightly, her heart skipping a beat the moment she saw Fitch. It felt like she was finally breathing again. She sat there, motionless, drained of all strength.

The pleading voices of Mr. Jones and Gemma echoed in her ears, followed by the sound of someone striding towards her.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair a mess.

Fitch shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her, "It's all right now."

Zoey was still dazed, her mind a chaotic mess.

It wasn't until she was lifted into his arms, her feet off the ground, that tears began to fall.

When Mr. Jones had pinned her down, she truly thought it was the end.

She hadn't been on guard against her colleagues, especially in a coffee shop they frequented often. She never imagined Gemma would dare to do such a thing.

She rested her head against Fitch's chest, still struggling to catch her breath.

As Fitch carried her out, the sound of Mr. Jones's screams echoed behind them, with no one knowing what awaited him.

Zoey's face was still pale when she was placed in the car.

Soon, she saw Nolan getting in as well.

Nolan looked as innocent as ever, but with noticeable red marks on his face.

Gemma and Mr. Jones dozens of times for laying a hand on

Zion City stood, including the principal, all

was almost assaulted by

offer any explanation, simply instructing

Zoey was still carried inside, utterly

his place, where he had prepared a warm bath and pajamas for

"Go take a shower."

for a soak, but a quick shower

bathroom, Zoey found it stocked with female products, clearly prepared by

the man was incredibly

to stay awake and

the next three days, she

haunted by the

Jones and plagued

UT

With her

on vacation, she felt uneasy at home

so she

later, comfortably soaking in the bathtub, she stepped out to find Fitch standing in the

towel, her

Haskins, is there something