Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She had never seen Fitch so vulnerable before.

Fitch was always the epitome of pride and cold detachment, especially towards women, never showing a hint of mercy.

But here he was, collapsed beside her, silently breaking apart.

Zoey tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was unyielding.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, Zoey."

"Honey, I'm sorry."

He kept apologizing, holding onto her hand as if letting go was not an option.

Zoey was just too exhausted. She had lost track of how many times he had said sorry or how long he had been crying.

Her eyes stung, maybe from the harsh lighting, so she closed them again, quickly drifting off to sleep.

When she awoke, Fitch was still by her side, but now asleep.

The doctor was there, changing her bandages, and when he saw her attempt to free her hand, he quickly intervened.

"Mr. Haskins hasn't rested for four days. Let him sleep a bit longer."

Blinking in surprise, Zoey listened as the doctor continued.

"Four days and nights, without a wink of sleep. He'd collapse if he pushed any further. Let him sleep; he's genuinely worried about you."

sure what to respond, Zoey, too tired herself

she was going to

truly exhausted, still deep in

sunset painted the sky, its warm glow filling

eyes once more, losing track of

still resting, don't wake

"Is mommy okay now?"

yet, we need to stay in the hospital for a

Feeling

as if

her, Zoey didn't

her eyes,

somewhat groggy. Conte bet

took hers,

been a piece of

"Mommy, get well soon."

pang, and she swallowed hard, slipping back

up again, it was the next

she tried to sit up, only for Fitch

and she looked away,

her fingertips, not saying

a pillow behind

she

and then served

bow of porridge, spoon

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