Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1658

Zoey had had enough. Feeling drained, she pushed herself up and trudged to the bathroom for a shower.

Stripping down, she caught sight of the bruises that peppered her skin, souvenirs from kicks and blows, even her lips weren't spared.

The woman in the mirror looked gaunt, and her eyes were unnaturally large against her thin face.

After her shower, she returned to find Fitch still hanging around. She didn't quite get his deal, and she didn't press him to leave.

She made herself a steaming bowl of oatmeal, and it was only then that she felt a flicker of strength return to her body.

While she was at the sink washing dishes, the doorbell rang.

Peering through the video intercom, she saw it was the building manager.

"Zoey," the manager called out from outside.

She hurried to open the door and was met with the sight of the manager holding a small dog.

"Zoey, we found this little guy wandering around the complex. Last time someone tossed him into the pond to drown, but thankfully, a passerby rescued him. We've asked around, and nobody knows whose it is. Someone mentioned it might be yours. The dog's been at the office, but it's too noisy. Is it yours?"

Zoey stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. After a long moment, she finally took the trembling, grey pup into her arms.

Ozzy whimpered softly.

Her lips quivered, and she was at a loss for words even after closing the door.

Turning around, she remembered Fitch was there and blurted out, "Fitch, look at Ozzy, he's—"

She stopped mid-sentence; with her eyes downcast, she just quietly stroked Ozzy's back.

The last time Wendy had carelessly tossed Ozzy downstairs, she had flung him into the pond without a second thought just because she found him dirty. Zoey didn't know he had been saved.

Fitch stood by the window, with a cigarette between his fingers. When Zoey had called out to him, his eyes had shone with a light she hadn't seen in ages.

His heart was stirred by that glimmer in her eyes; it was like something pierced right through him, and it hurt.

The cigarette burned down to a stub, and the ash fell to the floor.