Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1590

As the last wisp of smoke curled into the air, Fitch flicked his cigarette butt into the trash can beside him without a second glance. He then opened the door to his room and headed to the adjacent bathroom to wash the lingering scent of tobacco from his fingers.

Back in the hallway, Wendy had just finished her check-up. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him.

"Fitch!" she called out, trotting over and grabbing his arm with both hands. "The doc says one of the tests won't be in until tomorrow. I'll fill you in then."

Fitch nodded, suppressing the urge to pull his arm away.

The two settled into the car, Wendy's face growing somber. She took a deep breath, her mind racing over Fitch's earlier expression. He had gone out for a smoke—was something bothering him? Could it be because of Zoey?

She couldn't understand it. How could that tramp Zoey get to him?

A woman from that kind of background wouldn't pass on any good genes to her children.

Wendy's grip tightened on her phone. Stealthily, she snapped a photo of Fitch and sent it to Zoey. Zoey never dared to delete Wendy's contact.

Meanwhile, Zoey had made it back to her place, after Elvis, being a man, felt it inappropriate to linger and had left with a reminder that she should call if she needed anything. Now, it was just Zoey and her dog Ozzy.

Ozzy was ecstatic to be home, circling around her feet, rubbing against her legs. Zoey's mood had lifted with her dog's antics, but it was short-lived as she saw the message from Wendy.

She had gone through Wendy's Facebook page many times, feeling a pang of inferiority. Wendy's life was a world apart from her own. And Fitch liked Wendy, regardless of her nasty personality. Just being born into her circumstances was a privilege compared to most.

Zoey had a habit of giving up on herself, especially in relationships. Seeing the picture Wendy sent was disheartening. Fitch looked serene, seated by a window, his gaze lost in the distance.