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

the most precious thing in the world, refusing

senses, letting go and rising

to

in the underground fight club knew how important Ian was, and even the bodyguards assisting them were

shoved one aside. “I’ve

its certainty as she draped one of Ian’s

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

clutched Ian’s hand tightly, her expression

naivety, innocence, and confusion had

just transpired, focusing solely on

in need of urgent

in the corridor, still and

Nydia had downed three cups of coffee

on an act. Ian, drawing on a cigarette, had said indifferently,

actually

die,

So nonchalant.

surge of anger

“How’s the rescue going?”

missed the heart. He’s not

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

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