Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1333

Autumn had settled in, and a light quilt was all Zoey need for sleep, otherwise she would feel the chill creeping in.

The lamp by her bedside flickered twice before giving up the ghost, plunging the room into near darkness, save for the glow from the tablet.

She had seen this movie before, but watching it now, with Fitch by her side, it felt entirely different.

Zoey couldn't help but be aware of him; their shoulders brushed, and within her peripheral vision, his long fingers held the tablet, his veins subtly pronounced under the skin.

The next moment, a piece of fruit hovered near her lips.

Her gaze darted to his face.

Fitch was expressionless. “Not hungry?”

It wasn’t that she wasn’t hungry. She was afraid.

Taking the toothpick, she decided against letting him feed her.

Fitch picked up another piece, examining the shape carved into the fruit by the light of the tablet—a tiny bunny. Nicely done.

He popped it into his mouth and resumed watching the screen.

Just as Zoey was about to eat her piece, his voice cut through the silence.

“Why did we get divorced?”

She choked, coughing violently, tears welling up from the effort.

Fitch turned towards her, patting her back with a gentle hand.

“Did I cheat?”

Would he?

He wasn’t entirely sure of his own disposition, but he felt that if he were married, he wouldn’t stray.

Zoey could only shake her head, coughing too hard to speak.

Fitch’s eyes narrowed.

“Did you cheat?”

His tone carried a subtle threat, and she shook her hands more vigorously.

Neither of them had cheated?

Then why the divorce?

His hand continued to pat her back as he studied her profile. She was gentle, attentive, good at reading people—hardly the type to stray.

If it wasn’t a fundamental breach, then perhaps it could be forgiven.