Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Back at Quentin’s place, Maja noticed he was already home from school, talking about a new principal being chosen. But who it was didn’t really pique her interest. As she was about to step out to catch a breath of fresh air in the courtyard that evening, a hand suddenly clamped over her mouth. The intruder was strong, dragging her backwards. Her nose picked up a pungent scent of blood, and then she heard the thud of a heavy object hitting the ground behind her. Turning around, she illuminated the scene with her phone, and her eyes widened in shock. Patric! Patric had somehow ended up on Outer Island. She quickly called Quentin outside, and together they hauled the unconscious man into the house. Patric was seriously injured, and he was still wearing hospital scrubs. With just one glance, Quentin recognized them. “He’s from the Mental Health Facility in the South District. The patients sent there have severe symptoms. Maja, is this a friend of yours?” Maja was taken aback. Had Patric been mistakenly taken to a mental hospital during his few days on the island? Quentin’s expression grew serious. “We need to get him out of those clothes fast. That place is tight on security. They’ll hunt their patients relentlessly.” “Why?” “Because the patients there tend to be dangerously violent and extremely cunning in their attacks. You should really send your friend back. Once he wakes up, he’ll be a danger to you.” But Maja was already turning away. “Quentin, please help him change and burn the old clothes.” With that, she stepped outside. Quentin closed the door, eyeing the slumbering man beside him. He clicked his tongue and quickly replaced the hospital garb with his own clothes. After the wardrobe switch, he notified Maja at the door. Maja came in to examine Patric. He didn’t have any visible injuries, which meant the blood on his clothes was from a fight. It wasn’t until noon the next day that Patric finally stirred. Maja was carrying a bowl of oatmeal into the room when their eyes met. Patric’s eyes lit up, and he jumped out of bed barefoot, enveloping her in a hug. Maja frowned, about to push him away, but he released her first and excitedly called out, “Maja!” Her face darkened. “Patric, what’s this game you’re playing?” But innocence filled Patric’s eyes. He even grasped her hand. “Maja,

she called Troy. “Troy, any word on Ian today?” “Nothing yet.” “I need you to arrange access to Middle Island for me, ASAP. I’m in a bit of a bind here, the sooner the better.” After hanging up, she saw Patric sprinting outside, starting to pull up grass in the yard. “Patric, what are you doing?” Ignoring her, he continued yanking out the grass, leaving a meter-wide circle bare. Maja turned on the TV, and the news was broadcasting a report from the Mental Health Facility. A high-risk escapee was on the loose—dangerous and highly skilled in combat. They urged immediate reporting if he was spotted. And there, plastered on the screen, was Patric’s face. Her brows furrowed tighter as she heard Patric’s voice from the yard. “Maja, look at this!” He rushed in, his hands cradling a small flower. “Isn’t it pretty, isn’t it pretty?”