Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The car weaved through the bustling city streets before coming to a halt in the heart of downtown. Maja looked up to see her own face projected on a massive billboard, right in the center of the most opulent building in sight. Next to her image was a line of text—Maja, call me at… Her heart skipped a beat, hammered by an invisible fist. In a rush, she flung the car door open and stepped out. The photo on the screen seemed even larger as she craned her neck upward, accompanied by a message from Ian. Her cheeks flushed with excitement as she quickly pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number displayed. Before the call connected, a woman’s voice cut through the air, “Is that you?” Maja turned to find a stunningly beautiful woman sauntering towards her with a sway in her step. The woman gave Maja a thorough once-over and said, “You must be Maja.” “And who are you?” With an air of nonchalance, the woman extended her hand, her lips curving into a smile, “Ian woke up from his first night out in my place. He’s my first visitor.” Maja ignored her, pressing the phone to her ear as the call went through. But the ringing came from the woman’s purse. The woman pulled out the phone, saw the unfamiliar number, and glanced at Maja still on her own phone, raising an eyebrow. “Are you the one calling? Ian’s phone is with me.” Though she appeared composed, a hint of smugness was unmistakable. “I forgot to mention, I’m his lifesaver, and he bought me a nice big house,” the woman bragged, flipping her hair back. “Care to stay over, Maja?” She was clearly showing off. Maja thought about returning to her car when several passersby who seemed to know the woman approached. “Audrey, why aren’t you with Ian today? Doesn’t he usually take you everywhere?” one of them asked. “Weren’t you the one he’s been talking about making his second wife?” As soon as the man’s eyes landed on Maja, he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh, the first wife is here, no wonder

should I tell you?” She brandished Ian’s phone in her hand with a scoff, “If you’re so capable, find him yourself.” Just as she spoke, another figure emerged from Maja’s car—Patric. Patric looked utterly goofy as he grasped Maja’s hand. “Maja, I don’t have any other wife, I don’t have Audrey, I’m good to you.” He seemed to truly believe he was Ian. Audrey, ready to retort, caught sight of his face and frowned slightly. This man bore a resemblance to Ian—could he be a relative? Maja was in no mood for