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!!!”

approached, intent on carrying Ian

most precious thing in the

senses, letting go

him to

important Ian was, and even the bodyguards assisting them were

shoved one aside. “I’ve

certainty as she draped one of Ian’s arms over

piled into the vehicle, the bodyguard glanced at Maja’s face in

just clutched Ian’s hand tightly, her expression

her naivety, innocence, and

transpired, focusing solely on his duty to get Ian to

was unconscious and in need of urgent

the

at the fight club, Nydia had downed three cups of coffee but still couldn’t calm her

drawing on a cigarette, had said indifferently, “No good. She’s been hypnotized, not made a fool. She’s sharper now, can spot real from fake in an

if I actually

die,

So nonchalant.

back, Nydia felt a surge of anger

“How’s the rescue going?”

the heart. He’s not in

back into her chair with a

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