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."

too tired herself and nursing

bandages and checked her condition, assured her she was going to be fine before leaving with his

exhausted,

gazed out the window, where the sunset painted the

eyes once more, losing track of time until

still resting, don't wake

"Is mommy okay now?"

in the hospital for a couple more

Feeling

as if

her, Zoey didn't

eyes,

somewhat groggy. Conte bet

a small hand took hers, placing something

must have been a

"Mommy, get well soon."

sudden pang, and she

up again, it was

stronger, she tried to sit

body stiffened, and she looked

eyes downcast, silently hooked her fingertips, not

pillow behind

she

and then served

bow of porridge, spoon

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