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."

to respond, Zoey, too tired herself and

going to be fine before

truly exhausted, still deep in

the window, where the sunset painted the sky,

her eyes once more, losing track

resting, don't

"Is mommy okay now?"

need to stay in the hospital for a

Feeling

as if

her, Zoey didn't

her eyes, still

somewhat groggy. Conte bet

a small hand took hers, placing something in her

must have been a piece

"Mommy, get well soon."

heart felt a sudden pang, and

again, it was the

much stronger, she tried to sit up, only for Fitch to support

body stiffened, and she looked away,

eyes downcast, silently hooked her fingertips,

a pillow behind

she

and then served

bow of porridge, spoon

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