Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Every time Mia saw her, she'd douse her with wine.

"Didn't I make myself clear last time? You and my brother are from different worlds. How low can you

go, huh? How much more does he have to cut you off before you get the message and back off?"

Upon hearing the words, Zoey felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She hadn't come to see

Fitch this evening; in fact, she had no idea he was there.

Mia closed in, gripping Zoey's hair, ready to deliver a slap without hesitation. Zoey tried to dodge, but

two burly bouncers pinned her shoulders from behind, holding her in place.

Mia's hand connected with her cheek, and not feeling satisfied with just one, she followed up with two

more slaps.

Zoey's face swelled up quickly. This kind of scene was all too familiar, almost routine by now.

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If you dare do anything to mess it up, I swear, I'll skin you alive!"

As Mia's voice faded, her gaze drifted to the distance.

Zoey had intended to leave, but catching the change in Mia's expression from the corner of her eye,

she knew Mia was up to no good, probably having found a new toy to torment.

Zoey followed Mia's gaze, her body tensing.

Because she saw her mother, whom she'd had a falling out with so severe that they were practically

estranged. She'd thrown herself into her relationship with Fitch, finding a bit of breathing room, but now

that Fitch had discarded her, standing before Mia, she felt utterly and completely humiliated.

Mia raised an eyebrow, eyeing Belinda.

"Isn't that your mom? What's she doing here? Don't tell me she's stooped to prostituting herself at her

age?"

No sooner had she spoken than they saw Belinda accost a young woman, and tear at her hair like a

madwoman.

Belinda was dressed in the uniform of a cleaning staff member, but now she was entwined with the

young girl, who let out a piercing scream, throwing the place into chaos.

The smooth music stopped, and all eyes turned to Belinda as she clutched the girl's hair tightly.

"You slut! Seducing my husband! Huh?! Do you have any idea how close we were? It's all your fault! All

you're good for is spreading your legs for men. Why don't you just drop dead!"

With the music off, Belinda's voice was loud, reaching nearly every ear in the venue. Security was

already on the move, pulling Belinda away.

The girl whose hair had been pulled collapsed into the arms of a nearby man, sobbing pitifully.

"You tramp! Playing the victim again! Swear to me, swear you'll never come near my family again!"

"I didn't do anything. I don't even know your husband!"

"You're still lying. Last time at the mall, you gave him a box with lingerie inside, you bitch."

"Please, the mall was having a promotion, and as a lingerie salesperson, I give gifts to customers who

spend over five hundred."

The implication was clear: her husband had spent five hundred in her store and got the lingerie for free.

If it wasn't for Belinda, then he must have been gifting it to someone else.

Belinda had hurled every vile insult at Zoey, and now she was beginning to suspect every pretty young

girl of trying to seduce her man.

The girl collapsed in the man's embrace; the man, clearly wealthy, ordered security to throw Belinda out

and was determined to get a medical certificate for the assaulted girl to press charges.

Hearing this, Belinda panicked.

"You're in cahoots, seducing my man and now suing me! Is there no justice in this world, no law?"

Her eyes suddenly found Zoey, "Zoey, come here! You're my daughter. Come and stand up for me!"

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"That's my daughter. If you have something to say, say it to her!" In her moment of distress, Belinda

thrust Zoey into the spotlight.

Zoey was accustomed to this, yet with Fitch and Wendy present, she could only feel a burning pain on

her cheeks. It wasn't the sting of the slaps that burned, but the sting of humiliation.