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?"

He pulled her close again, "Just kidding, it's

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

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

of resignation. Fitch held her tightly,

then he turned her around to face him. He kissed

mouth to speak, but he kissed her deeply, leaving them both breathless. She glared at him, noticing

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unpredictable.

fell asleep in each other's arms. But the

been so happy these past few days, he had gotten carried away. Now, seeing her cold expression, he couldn't

Couldn't she

a sign of affection.

in the garden, looking at the flowers, hearing footsteps behind her but not turning

shouldn't have arranged

it over