Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing it wasn't entirely his doing made it somewhat more palatable.

"But your call last night, you clearly said it was your arrangement..."

"I had some influence over their dinner plans, yes, but the woman making moves was beyond my expectations. Don't you trust me?"

Looking into his eyes, Zoey felt a pang in her heart.

"It's not that I don't trust you."

Fitch embraced her, hiding the turmoil in his eyes from her view. He had been careless, a mistake he vowed not to repeat.

"I've arranged for your parents to take a trip to Hilltop and made sure they were looked after. I wanted to ensure their safety and see if they were enjoying themselves. When I met you in Zion City, you were too dependent on your family. If they were around, you wouldn't have given me a chance, wouldn't have followed me to Greenfield. Honey, I'm sorry, I did employ some tactics. You can be mad, yell at me, just don' ignore me."

He was so humble, a side of him that would astonish anyone familiar with his usually ruthless demeanor.

After everything he said, what could Zoey possibly hold against him? He admitted to his manipulations, all to bring her to Greenfield. In the end, it was all because he cared for her.

"Is there anything else you're hiding from me?" she asked, turning to face him. "If there is, you need to tell me now. Otherwise, I'll be really upset when I find out."

something passed quickly through

"Really?"

"Yes."

to accept the things he had done so far. Their time together had stirred feelings in her as

If anything comes up, we should discuss it together. We're in this

squeeze around his heart, his expression darkening. If he could, he would keep her in this mansion forever, away from everyone else. But then, Maja had called several times, and so

liked tenderness, so he showed tenderness. She yearned for passion, so he became passionate.

was

to play any

her close.

intensity reached new heights, with Zoey eventually pleading for a break. "Can we rest

Sweat

bit her lip, finally relenting after

Fitch's chin

t words. Content belonet

to bed, he

doubt me

tired to argue,