Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The trio had made it through security without a hitch. It wasn’t that Maja didn’t want to bring more people along, but access to the Forbidden Island was limited to thrice a year, and only three individuals were allowed entry each time. The passes they had were costly.

And then there was that particularly distasteful rule.

To prevent outsiders from banding together and disrupting the island’s secretive operations, each person was knocked out upon entry. When they came to, they found themselves separated from their companions.

Maja had been well-informed of these details from the note Walter had slipped her, but the sight of the stone slab inscribed with over a thousand words of rules still churned her stomach.

For someone who had lived her entire life in modern society, such practices were hard to swallow.

Ian stood by her side, gently cupping her face.

“Once we’re in there, don’t rush to find me. Just take care of yourself first,” he said, his voice tinged with concern as his eyes drifted to Maja’s midsection.

“I really wish you’d reconsider and stay behind.”

The place wasn’t fit for her, and there was no telling when one might get out once inside.

“I’ll be fine,” Maja replied, her expression serene as she handed over her weapon.

“You too, watch your back.”

Her gaze shifted to Patric, a frown creasing her brow, “Are you sure it’s okay to bring him along? We could get separated.”

“We need him,” Ian said resolutely.

Eric had provided the clues to find this island and likely knew more, but his lips were sealed due to Patric’s presence.

their surprise upon seeing Maja, their eyes lighting up before they shook their heads in

woman entered Forbidden Island. She was so pretty. I can’t imagine what she must’ve done to have to hide

only someone with crimes heinous enough to

all, Forbidden Island was infamous for its asylums, which at one time were more numerous than the local pubs, and

use to knock

my word for it, and it’s no place for a

it harmful or

“It’s safe.”

we’re good to

them stepped into the pitch-black void, and soon enough, the

eyes fluttered open again, she found herself amidst a sea of faces in hospital gowns, dappled sunlight poking through. The island was

and Patric immediately was

this place to the outside world

was accepted, and

like cell phones ridiculously expensive, costing an average person’s annual salary. These gadgets were symbols of status, and

was primarily through

was restricted, blocking

hinting at

umbrella from a nearby shop. As she stepped out, she noticed a high school kid being bullied by his peers in

communication, life here wasn’t much

mop from next to the shop and charged

Picking on

scoffed at the

lady! This

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