Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Henry's heart skipped a beat, uncertain if Zoey had caught what he just said. His voice trembled, rough and strained from the emotional turmoil.

"I'm sorry, I slept with someone else."

Despite the haze of alcohol that night, it happened. No excuses could erase that.

A mistake is a mistake.

Zoey stiffened, momentarily at a loss for words, as if something was choking her. She had always thought of Henry as a straightforward guy, not someone who'd stray. "Okay."

A fleeting discomfort washed over her, and with a strained smile, she said, "So, are you planning your wedding in Zion City then?"

Suddenly, Henry found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how things had taken such a turn.

"Uh, Zoey, I'm sorry, I'm just really confused right now."

"Then you should rest."

Zoey ended the call, turning to find Fitch not far away, playing absentmindedly with his lighter. He seemed in a surprisingly good mood, his long fingers flipping the lighter in his palm, a slight smile playing on his lips.

As Zoey moved past him, Fitch wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Who was that on the phone?"

His tone was teasing, his actions even more intimate than before. Towering over her from behind, he seemed to envelop her entirely.

Zoey tried to push him away with her elbow,

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living room, only to find Nolan looking up