Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1578

Wendy fumed as she scrolled through the online comments flipping in favor of Zoey. Seething, she immediately reached out to John.

John was in a tight spot himself, having targeted Zoey only at Wendy's behest, and now found himself on the receiving end of a warning from the higher-ups.

"Ms. Bennitt, I'm out of this game," he confessed, weariness in his voice. "The bigwigs have given me a warning. Sorry, but you'll need to find someone else."

The line went dead, and Wendy sat in disbelief. How dare some low-level agent hang up on her? She had only been polite to give him face; it was her good upbringing. Who did he think he was?

She promptly tried to contact the company's top brass, but as soon as they heard it involved Zoey, they declined with veiled excuses.

After she was rebuffed twice, her complexion darkened.

Watching as the online community shifted from attacking Zoey to condemning Yvonne, Wendy's expression grew even uglier.

However, a call from the Bennitts' provided a silver lining, inviting her to a soirée that evening to meet with Fitch.

"We'll subtly reveal your connection with Fitch tonight at the party," they told her. "You've just returned home and haven’t mingled much. You need to attend more events like this in the future."

Her mood lifted, and a smile graced her face for the first time that day. She immediately agreed and began trying on evening gowns.

But the news online still gnawed at her, prompting her to make another call.

After she hung up, a sly grin curled her lips. If Zoey dared show her face tonight, Wendy would ensure she was utterly humiliated.

Meanwhile, Zoey puzzled over who might have helped her. She scrolled through her phone contacts, hesitating when she reached Fitch's name. He had blocked her long ago.

Each time she harbored a glimmer of hope, it always led back to Fitch, as if she couldn't remember the pain he caused.

She felt like a dog that had been kicked out of the house, left to starve for days, yet would wag its tail the moment the door opened. It would believe that its owner had simply forgotten to open the door, not that it was intentional. The dog remembered only the good.

She stayed at the office until the late afternoon, two hours before the event, allowing her styling team to work their magic before taking the company car to the venue.

However, a detour to the hospital delayed her. Wilma had collapsed from exhaustion after too many late nights. After ensuring Wilma was alright, Zoey hurried to the soirée, arriving fashionably late.

The moment she stepped in, mingling with a few partners, the spotlight above suddenly illuminated her.

Confused, it took a moment before she caught the whispered conversations around her.

"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"

"Where?"

"Over there, the waitress in the gray uniform."