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.

substances together. She was now sure that Patrick

Eric's memories.

have all of his memories, or just parts

soon as the words left her mouth,

you with poison to

in the next second, Patrick's hand was clamping her

do what I say. If you makeunhappy, I assure

roamed over

make sure you're

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

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

struggled, hearing him add another

free in this room for now, but if

screaming that this version of Patrick was not to be

Patrick swiftly concocted a

gaze on her stomach. She fought the impulse to run but was caught by Patrick's

this, and whatever's inside you will be

"Get away from me!"

him, clamping

easily pried

hit her, and she glared at

he forced the substance

him away and bolted for the bathroom, frantically trying to

stood by the door, with an

the child won't make

"Patrick!"

a bottle of shampoo at him, striking him

but the insult

touched his head, and gave out a cold