Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The world, once mired in chaos, snapped into focus in an instant, and every reflection in her eyes was stained with the hue of blood.

She tumbled to the ground next to Ian, her knees hitting the concrete as she desperately tried to staunch the bleeding.

“Help! Somebody help!”

Her cries echoed around the empty warehouse, her voice returning to her as a haunting reminder of their isolation.

In that moment, the chaos ceased to grip her. She shook Ian’s body, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Nydia stood atop the staircase, her grip tightening on the gun. She tried to light a cigarette, but her trembling fingers refused to cooperate.

Her bodyguard hurried over.

“Nydia, what should we do?”

Nydia slapped him upside the head in frustration.

“What the hell are you waiting for? Get him to a hospital! Any later and we’ll be arranging a funeral!”

“Right away, right away.”

Nydia attempted to descend, but her legs nearly buckled beneath her.

Damn it, why did these things always have to involve her?

“Ian!!!”

on carrying

fiercely, as if holding onto the most

she snapped to her senses,

him to the hospital,

knew how important Ian was, and even the bodyguards assisting them

shoved one aside. “I’ve

its certainty as she draped one

the vehicle, the bodyguard glanced at

just clutched Ian’s hand tightly,

her naivety, innocence, and

dared not judge the events that had just transpired, focusing solely on his duty to get Ian to the

was unconscious and in

the corridor,

three cups of coffee but

night, she had suggested they just put on an act. Ian, drawing on a cigarette, had said indifferently, “No good. She’s been hypnotized, not made a fool. She’s sharper now, can

I actually

die,

So nonchalant.

felt a surge of

“How’s the rescue going?”

missed the heart. He’s not in any

into her chair with a thud, finally feeling like she could breathe

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