Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of how to react. It wasn't until Fitch pulled her close, his hands wandering downwards, that she froze, soon finding herself sitting in his lap. Pretending to have just woken up, she mumbled, "I don't want to."

Lying on his chest, pressing down on him, he didn't seem to mind at all. "If you don't want to, we can just cuddle and sleep."

Zoey felt a lump in her throat, wondering which side of him was the real one. She didn't want to think about it, just lying there. In the darkness, Fitch whispered, "Babe."

She didn't respond, then felt what he wanted to do, biting back, "I thought we were resting?"

"I can't rest; you smell too good."

Zoey's cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. She pinched him, and hearing his yelp, she felt a wave of helplessness.

"What's wrong?"

"You pinched me hard."

He seemed genuinely in pain. Zoey slid off him, lying beside him with mixed feelings. After a silence, Fitch softly asked, "What's wrong?"

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want to talk. She had so many questions, yet she felt like she already knew the answers. He tried

sending her loads of photos. But the idea that he arranged for Henry to sleep with some random woman was something she couldn't accept. It felt like everyone

feeling a sense of resignation. Fitch held her tightly, "Babe, what's wrong?

then he turned her around to face him.

She glared at him, noticing a triumphant look in his eyes,

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been so happy these past few days, he had gotten carried

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nervous, realizing he had let his guard down, thinking her willingness was a sign of affection. But now, Zoey's feelings were clearly not the same as they were four

her but not turning around. Fitch hugged her from behind, "Babe, I messed up." "Where did you

have arranged those

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