Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

"Can you believe this mutt still barks? Doesn't even look like a purebred. Zoey, why do you set your

heart on things that aren't meant for you? You purposely showed up near Fitch yesterday, didn't you?

And then acted like it was a coincidence. How low can you get? I'm taking this dog now, and tonight I'm

gonna have a barbecue."

"Wendy!"

Zoey had never been this furious. Her eyes were icy with rage.

Wendy found her anger amusing. Who was this woman to dare call out her name like that?

She scooped up Ozzy without a second thought and marched right out the door.

Zoey wanted to chase after her, but the pain was too much, and her leg wouldn't straighten. All she

could manage was to crawl forward.

A few yards away, Wendy turned to see Zoey dragging herself on the ground and burst into laughter. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"You know, you look just like a dog right now."

Zoey's nails dug into her palms, and she was too choked up to speak.

She didn't have the strength to follow, her whole body ached as she watched Wendy walk away with

Ozzy.

Crawling back to her coffee table, she called the property management and then dialed Elvis's number.

But Wendy had Fitch backing her up. If she wanted to do something to a little dog, who could stop her?

Tears streamed down Zoey's cheeks as she grew frantic.

Elvis had no choice but to call Cornelia back in a hurry.

After all, Cornelia had a secret weapon at her disposal – Omar from the Casson family.

Three hours later, Cornelia drove back to Zoey's place, finding her leaning on crutches, her frail figure

standing outside the building.

Her leg was in a cast, making her look all the more fragile.

"Zoey?"

"Cornelia, could you come with me to the Haskins' place?"

Wendy had messaged Zoey, saying she would be at the Haskins' tonight, where the Bennitts and the

Haskins were to finalize a wedding date.

Having no other option, Cornelia called Omar.

Omar arrived promptly in his car, dressed to the nines, looking a bit disheveled as if he had rushed

over.

Cornelia was using Omar whenever she needed him, not realizing he had left a meeting just to come to

her aid.

Omar helped Zoey into the car, stealing glances at her in the rearview mirror, no regrets evident in his

demeanor.

The car pulled up outside the Haskins', where security let Omar through, mistaking his visit for

business, given the recent collaboration between the Cassons and the Haskins.

Inside, both the Bennitts and the Haskins sat on plush sofas, discussing the upcoming nuptials, Wendy

and Fitch looking quite the pair.

"Why not set the wedding for next month? We can start the preparations now. Fitch hasn't been with a

woman for years; it's rare he finds someone he wants to marry."

"Yes, next month works. We can start drafting the invitations."

Fitch seemed disengaged until the doorbell rang.

Now standing, Fitch expected Omar to discuss business, but Omar stepped aside, revealing Zoey and

Cornelia.

Cornelia was a unfamiliar face, but she was a top-tier celebrity, and her pursuit by Omar was no secret

in this industry. Drąмanоvels.com

Some brows furrowed at the sight of Omar bringing these two women to the Haskins' – what was his

game?

Supporting Zoey, Cornelia whispered, "What do you want to do?"

Zoey, gripping her crutches, gently pushed her away.

Fitch, sitting beside Wendy, was irritated to see Zoey. Hadn't she given up yet?