Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey had next to nothing to pack up, given her modest collection of belongings.

She made her way downstairs in less than ten minutes.

Every staff member in the mansion had been briefed about her arrival, greeting her without any undue curiosity, their demeanor thoroughly respectful.

The assistant informed Zoey, "There are quite a few amenities around the mansion for your entertainment. Since you'll only be here for two months, if you ever wish to go out, just let me know, and I'll arrange transportation for you."

The drive from the mansion to the main gate alone took about ten minutes, subtly implying that it was best if she stayed within the grounds for the next two months.

Zoey didn't feel imprisoned in any way; she was here on a mission, after all, prepared to dedicate her time to Nolan.

"Sure, I won't be going out," she assured the assistant, who visibly relaxed, glad she wasn't keen on leaving. They were all worried about her running into acquaintances, which could lead to complications. However, trouble had a way of finding its way to them.

Fitch had been away in Zion City for about a week, his schedule packed with back-to-back meetings, leaving early the next day with his assistant.

Fitch gone, Zoey settled

had forgotten something and returned to retrieve it. But upon opening the door, she was met by Sharon Haskins, her face

demeanor shifting from cordial to livid in

us all those years ago, making Fitch feel guilty over your 'death' to keep him hooked. You succeeded! But let me tell you, you'll never be a part of the Haskins

was just another guest of Fitch's, not expecting to be met

Zoey felt the sting of Sharon's

estate, all because of what Sharon had said. Even Nolan was

passed, she grew anxious, realizing the

an indelible mark on Fitch, a common reaction when someone passes away, especially since Zoey

with Zoey

had lain in wait for four years just to secure her place in the

after a brief silence, returned the slap, leaving Sharon

you just hit

replied coolly, uninterested in justifying herself, "Madam, you struck