Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As the hammering sounds pierced the silence, Maja bolted upright in her bed.

A section of the wall was being chiseled away, and before she knew it, a door-sized gap had been created. Workers busied

themselves fitting an actual door in the opening.

Through this new doorway, Maja caught a glimpse of the adjacent space.

It was like a laboratory, cluttered with jars and bottles of all sorts.

And there stood Patrick, clad in a white lab coat with safety goggles perched on his nose, the very image of a rogue scholar.

Once the workers had cleared out, Maja approached cautiously, watching him warily.

"Are you Patrick, or are you Eric?"

Eric was a prodigy in pharmacology, who conducted experiments with the leading minds at the institute when he was just a

teenager. But Patrick was merely a secondary personality, a persona without the knowledge of drug formulation.

Unless.

He had somehow regained all of Eric's memories.

But was that even possible?

If Patrick was just a secondary personality, then Eric should be the dominant one. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

There was no reason for Patrick to overpower Eric and take over the body.

Patrick ignored her, fixated on the test tube in his hand.

stepped closer, watching him weigh and mix several substances together. She was now sure that Patrick

Eric's memories.

all of his memories, or

mouth, Patrick crushed

you with poison to keep you

the next second, Patrick's hand was

my rules. You do

roamed over her

make sure you're

felt she was violated by his stare, and a wave

Forget it.

hearing him

now, but if

her instincts were screaming that this version of Patrick was

swiftly

her stomach. She fought the impulse to run but was caught by

this, and whatever's inside you will

"Get away from me!"

fought him, clamping

pried her

hit her, and she glared at him with both fear

forced the substance

away and bolted for the bathroom,

with an indifferent tone

and the

"Patrick!"

she flung a bottle of shampoo

didn't hurt, but

touched his head, and gave