Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja knew she was walking on thin ice, but confrontation with the two family elders was to be avoided at all costs. She nodded when she noticed the butler standing sentinel at the door, the entrance ajar. Was Beck under surveillance? Beck rubbed his temples, aware of her concern. “It’s not as bad as you think. I haven’t spent much time with Grandpa and Grandma, but they’ve never been unkind to the younger ones. They’re too pious, I guess. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have left the Sanders’ estate and retreated to that little island years ago.” Beck approached the door, paused as if recalling something important, and gently warned, “If there’s a way to compromise, best to avoid a head-on clash.” Maja nodded, fearing that such middle ground might not exist. Beck made his way to his grandparents’s study. Inside, Mr. Sanders sat, his hand gracefully moving a quill across the paper. Mrs. Sanders stood by, seemingly on the verge of speaking, only to sigh instead. “Concerned about your son?” Mr. Sanders finally spoke. Augus was their pride, their heir apparent, now prematurely gray. Even the stoniest of hearts would soften at such a sight. “He’s my worry, who else? I’ve always been proud of him,” Mr. Sanders put down his quill, deep in thought. “That boy, Ian, right? His records aren’t bad, but he’s currently wanted by Windhelm. As long as that warrant’s out, he’s a fugitive. And you know his other issues.” They fell silent, Mrs. Sanders twirling her bracelet, murmuring prayers under her breath. The study door creaked open after a knock, and Beck entered upon receiving a nod. “Grandpa, Grandma.” Mr. Sanders didn’t look up, Mrs. Sanders continued her prayer, and the scent of fresh ink filled the air. “Maja and Ian are truly in love. Can’t you just let them be?” Mrs. Sanders halted, her voice dignified, “We’ve never intended to trouble anyone from the Sanders family. As the head, one must abide by the rules. Without them, there is chaos. The fortune-teller did say, if Augus and Cynthia were together, it would lead to disaster. Sometimes, destiny must be acknowledged. In all our years, we’ve never been wrong.” It seemed the elders had already known that Cynthia was the one who married into the Sanders family, but by then, they were in seclusion, trusting in their children’s and grandchildren’s fate. But with the bracelet broken, they had to reconsider the situation. Beck, feeling powerless, lowered his lashes. “Could you please investigate who switched my little sister all those years ago?” The old couple were well-informed about the recent Sanders family drama. Mrs. Sanders sighed, rubbing her temples, “After twenty-some years, who can be certain? It could all be destiny.” Destiny—a word that dismissed all of

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