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

it’s been years since a woman entered Forbidden Island. She was so pretty. I can’t imagine what

only someone with crimes heinous enough to warrant international pursuit would

time were more

addressed the guard nearby, “The gas you use to knock us out is not harmful

Take my word for it,

harmful or

“It’s safe.”

we’re good to

pitch-black void, and soon enough, the world spun, and darkness

poking through.

and Patric immediately was out of

one thing that connected this place to the

from the mainland was accepted, and

cell phones ridiculously expensive, costing an average person’s annual

primarily through shouting or training

was restricted, blocking news from the

rumbled, hinting at an impending

she noticed a high school kid being bullied by

wasn’t much different from the outside

a mop from

Picking on someone smaller

teens, nearly adults, scoffed at the

it, lady! This

retaliating with a swift jab of the mop handle