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?"

turned away, not wanting to talk. He pulled her

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

a blast at 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 accept. It felt like everyone was

a sense of resignation. Fitch held her

head, then he turned her around to face him. He kissed her forehead, "Tell

her deeply, leaving them both breathless. She glared at him, noticing a triumphant look in

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unpredictable.

arms. But the next morning, Fitch

had been so happy these past few days, he had gotten carried away. Now, seeing her cold

she remember something? Couldn't she accept

affection. But now, Zoey's feelings were clearly not the same as they

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

have arranged those

thought it over and