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?"

not wanting to talk. He pulled her close

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

Hilltop, sending her loads of photos. But the idea that he arranged for Henry to sleep with some random woman was something she couldn't

sense of resignation. Fitch held

face him.

her deeply, leaving them both breathless. She glared at him, noticing a triumphant look in his eyes, her eyes welling up with

ΛΟΙ

unpredictable.

other's arms. But

these past few days, he had gotten carried

something? Couldn't she

willingness was a sign of affection. But now, Zoey's

looking at the flowers, hearing footsteps behind her but not turning around. Fitch hugged her from behind, "Babe, I

shouldn't have

it over and