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.

alone, dried her

in bed until 2 a.m., Ian still hadn’t come

kicked off the covers, leaving the room to search

balcony, smoking, several butts already in the ashtray,

behind for

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Can’t sleep.”

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

you going to give them to

look

but her mind was too cluttered lately to understand

like

“Maybe.”

if struck by a spell, her voice

you’ve been so anxious about. And

her, leaning back

captivating to Maja all the

just curious, who the rings are

breeze tousled his hair, a mess yet still breathtakingly

back of his hand. “Who

and after a long moment,

think you’re being too

then smiled

find the words to describe him, but her

the

serious, you can’t just

his hand, patting her

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