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.

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

Eric's memories.

all of his memories,

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

you with poison

but in the next second, Patrick's hand was

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

gaze roamed over

make sure you're just as

felt she was violated by his stare, and a

"Waiting for lan to rescue you? Forget it. I'll

hearing him add another

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

that this

chin, Patrick swiftly

feeling his gaze on her stomach. She fought the impulse to run

this, and whatever's inside you will be

"Get away from me!"

him, clamping

pried her

glared at him with both

smirked as he forced the substance down

away and bolted for the bathroom, frantically

with an indifferent tone he

drop, and the child won't

"Patrick!"

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

didn't hurt, but the insult

and gave out a cold