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.

him weigh and mix several substances together.

Eric's memories.

have all of his

soon as the words left her mouth, Patrick crushed the test tube

you needto silence you with poison to

step back, but in the next second, Patrick's

you play by my rules. You do what I say. If

gaze roamed over her as he

sure you're just

his stare, and a

Forget it. I'll make sure he's stuck on

hearing him add

room for now, but if you disobey, I'll have you tied to

that this version of Patrick was

chin, Patrick swiftly concocted a

gaze on her stomach. She fought the

inside

"Get away from me!"

clamping her

easily pried her

hit her, and she glared at him with

he forced the substance down her

bolted for the bathroom, frantically trying

stood by the door, with an indifferent

the child

"Patrick!"

a burst of adrenaline, she flung a bottle of shampoo at him, striking

hurt, but the insult

and