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.

and mix several substances together. She was now sure that Patrick had indeed

Eric's memories.

all of his

left her mouth, Patrick crushed the test

with poison

a step back, but in the next second, Patrick's hand was

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

gaze roamed over her

make sure you're just as

felt she was violated by his stare, and a wave of revulsion washed over

tightened his grip, "Waiting for lan to rescue you? Forget it. I'll make sure he's stuck on Forbidden

struggled, hearing him add

you roam free in this room for now, but if you disobey, I'll have you tied to

screaming that this version of Patrick was not to be

chin, Patrick swiftly

her stomach. She fought

this, and whatever's inside

"Get away from me!"

fought him, clamping her mouth

pried her jaw

sharp pain hit her, and she glared at him with both fear and

he forced the substance down her

for

by the door, with an indifferent

and the

"Patrick!"

adrenaline, she flung a bottle of shampoo at him, striking him on the

hurt, but the insult was

touched his head, and gave out