Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja gazed at the illuminated screen with a sigh of relief. As she was about to get into the car, she remembered that Ian’s phone was still in the clutches of a woman named Audrey. She turned to face her adversary. Audrey hadn’t expected Maja to be so loaded. Renting space on that little screen wasn’t cheap. When Ian had splurged to rent a billboard for a month, it had stunned their circle of friends, and now here was Maja, pulling the exact same power move. Jealousy churned within Audrey as she caught Maja’s gaze and puffed out her chest defiantly. Maja approached, snatching Ian’s phone from her grip. Audrey’s face flushed with anger. “Hey! What gives you the right to snatch my phone?” “That phone isn’t yours. It seems Ian left it behind for some reason, and you just happened to pick it up,” Maja retorted. Audrey lunged to reclaim it, but Maja pushed her away effortlessly. “Have you no shame? Robbing someone so audaciously!” Audrey exclaimed, her voice rising with fury. But Maja was already sliding into her car. Back in Middle Island, many knew of Ian, and with a casual inquiry, Maja could learn of his past deeds. However, when it came to his whereabouts, no one had a clue. Left with little choice, Maja found a place to stay and brought along Quentin and Patric. From the moment they arrived, Patric was sulking, sitting in the yard playing with the dirt, his mood as muddy as his hands. Maja’s heart sank when she noticed the track marks on his wrists. She tried to ignore it and headed inside, but just then, Patric spoke up. “Maja, I wanna go home.” She felt the same yearning, but she brushed it off, urging him to come inside soon.

you look beat. Maybe you should get some rest.” She had rented a quaint villa for six months, a sanctuary for them to regroup. Nodding, she started upstairs when suddenly, the phone rang. A strange man’s voice came through. “Sir, just to confirm one last time, do you really want to go through with this? Returning there means giving up everything you’ve got. This new identity won’t allow you to be with Ms. Pennyfeather, either. Isn’t she pregnant?” Maja’s body tensed, an impulse to demand answers surged within her. But her voice would give her away, so she ended the call and texted instead. [Why can’t you be with Maja?] No reply came. When she tried to call back, the phone was switched off. Anxiety gripped her. Could it be that Ian, unable to find her, had taken matters