Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

So, that’s it?

Nothing else?

Maja had expected a torrent of pleas, a desperate bid to mend the rift. But there was nothing.

Just one word from him, with his chin propped up on his hand adorned with twin rings, silently observing her.

Irritation flared within Maja, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint its cause.

A tightness gripped her chest. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She jabbed at the steak on her plate with her fork, her expression icy.

Ian’s voice was gentle, “What’s wrong, not hungry?”

“Just leave me alone.”

After she spoke, her brow furrowed deeper, her thoughts a tangled mess she couldn’t seem to unravel.

“Fine, I’ll leave you be.”

As he said this, he kept his gaze fixed on her.

Feeling pricked by an unseen thorn, Maja stood abruptly, grabbing the tablecloth and yanking it, sending steak, red wine, and candle tumbling to the floor.

Only when the chaos settled did she gasp in shock. What was she doing?

She glanced at Ian, then stormed off to the seventh floor.

showered alone, dried her

bed until 2

again, and she kicked off the

ashtray, his elbow resting on the chilly railing, the cigarette

from behind for a minute

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Can’t sleep.”

left hand, the one with the rings, her brow knitting

are you going to give them to

look at her.

surged again, a heavy feeling in her chest, but

like

“Maybe.”

as if struck by a spell, her voice

Dr. Harrington tomorrow, the one you’ve been so anxious about. And here you are, in the middle of the night,

back against the railing, smiling

charm was a snare, captivating to Maja all the time, always irresistibly

who the

hair, a

glanced at the back of his hand.

a deep breath, and after a long

you’re

then smiled

words to

the sentiments of

is serious, you can’t

raised his hand, patting her

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