Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1600

As Wendy was ushered out of the Bennitt family Estate, a sense of bewilderment clouded her thoughts.

She had been on her knees, pleading for her family's support, but not one of them stood by her side. Even her brother avoided her gaze as everyone maintained a complicit silence.

The happy facade of her past life seemed to crumble in an instant, revealing a brutal, raw truth.

She used to pity Zoey, who had been abandoned by her parents, shunned by everyone - even Fitch ditched her, and wouldn't spare her a glance, no matter how desperately she sought his attention.

But in a cruel twist of fate, Wendy found herself in Zoey's shoes, discarded with chilling finality. Sitting dazed in the car, she eventually arrived at a villa.

"Ms. Bennitt, you best hurry up and pack your bags. Your flight's in three hours, and don't bother coming back," the driver told her, his voice echoing the decision made by the rest of the Bennitt family.

The family had publicly announced their verdict online, compensating the victim's family with a million dollars. But the public outcry didn't stop; the online wars raged on, dragging the Bennitt name through the mud at every opportunity.

After packing her bags, Wendy felt her world collapse. She covered her face and sobbed uncontrollably.

"How did it come to this? It’s my fault. I shouldn't have confronted Zoey; I shouldn't have demanded that little dog. It’s all my fault!"

But who was there to listen to her apologies now? Her eyes swollen from tears, Wendy still couldn't accept her fate. She longed to see Fitch just one more time.

"Could you drive me to Fitch's mansion?" The driver was visibly impatient with her - after all, the video that went viral painted her in such a terrible light that anyone with a conscience would detest Wendy.

She felt the sting of humiliation as her once-commanding presence had been reduced to seeking favors from those she had treated as beneath her. Her nails nearly dug into her palms as she grappled with the indignity.

The driver headed to Fitch's mansion as night fell and streetlights flickered on. Upon arriving, Wendy rushed to the grand entrance of the mansion.

"Fitch, please, I need to see Fitch!"

She had adored him for years; how could he simply refuse to see her now? After all, wasn't he the reason for her downfall? It was her intense love for him that had driven her to such extremes.