Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1532

She didn't have the energy to reply now, but she was worried the message might be from a business partner.

[Yes.]

[I'm Wendy. Mia told me you've been hounding Fitch.]

Zoey didn't know who Wendy was, but from what Fitch had said that night, she surmised this had to be the woman destined to unite with him in matrimony.

Her fingers quivered, overwhelmed by an intimidating surge of feelings.

[I don't care what's happened between you and Fitch, but I'm the one who will be marrying into the Haskins family. Our parents are already discussing our wedding. If you have any shame, I hope you'll stay away from him. You two are from different worlds.]

Ever since meeting Fitch, she had been continuously reminded that they hailed from different worlds.

Reluctant to accept this truth, the reality of confronting his official partner now submerged her in shame.

She didn't dare to respond and instead, opened Wendy's Facebook.

Wendy's Facebook mirrored that of typical high-society girls: a collection of study abroad photos, peppered with images of lavish hotels, designer bags, and other unmistakably luxurious snaps.

Perhaps it wasn’t a deliberate showboating; this might simply be her everyday reality.

There were even photos and videos of Wendy at Harvard, participating in competitions with international classmates.

Zoey scrolled through the feed as if she was addicted, careful not to leave any trace of her visit.

After losing herself in half an hour of compulsive scrolling, she paused on a specific post.

She remembered that day clearly—it was when she had fallen out with Murray.

At that time, the house she bought had just failed catastrophically, and Murray was demanding his money returned. She was frantic, scrambling to gather funds.

But Wendy's post was about gratitude: Thank you for giving me the confidence to live in a castle.

It was a castle abroad, spanning thousands of square meters. The displayed opulence in the video likely captured merely a fraction of its true grandeur.

Zoey felt akin to a sewer rat masochistically peering into someone else's sunlit, blissful life.

Wiping her face, she couldn't help but attempt a laugh, which came out more like a grimace.

She restarted her car, avoiding Wendy's profile picture.

In that moment, Zoey was painfully aware.

Unless Fitch was blind, how could he ever choose her over Wendy?

She wasn't even worthy of carrying Wendy's shoes.

After saying that, Fitch stared into his glass, lost in thought.

Tyler didn't try to persuade him. Among their circle, who really knew what genuine feelings were?

Fitch's affections for Zoey might not even be real love; perhaps it was just a fleeting confusion of emotions during his amnesia.

Cutting his losses now was for the best.

He chuckled, "This might be for the best. At least our families are well-acquainted. Poor Zoey, though. You see that guy over there? That's her ex. He ditched her for his boss's daughter and left her with a half-built flat. She probably approached you for that deal out of sheer desperation."

This wasn't secret information, but Fitch had been unaware.

All he remembered was Zoey's heartbreak over a past lover, someone she almost married.

He had assumed she was just after a cheap fling when she was so eager to get him in bed.

His gaze followed Tyler's pointer, and a frown creased his brow.

Murray was average at best, indistinguishable among the guests at the party.

Zoey had poor taste, to waste seven years on such an unremarkable man.

He scoffed and let it go.