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

2 a.m., Ian still hadn’t

kicked off the covers,

several butts already in the ashtray, his elbow resting on the chilly railing, the cigarette at his fingertips

from behind for a

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Can’t sleep.”

eyed his left hand, the one with the

going to

look at her.

a heavy feeling in her chest, but her mind was too cluttered lately to

like me,

“Maybe.”

felt as if struck by a spell, her voice trembling after a long

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

back

a snare, captivating to Maja all the time, always

just curious, who the

his hair, a mess yet still breathtakingly

glanced at the back of

a deep breath, and after a long moment, blurted

you think you’re

stiffened, then

wanted to find the words to

inhaled deeply, echoing the

you can’t just marry

his hand, patting

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