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.

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

Eric's memories.

you have all of his memories, or just parts of

left her mouth, Patrick crushed

needto silence you with

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

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

gaze roamed over

sure you're just as

his stare, and a wave of revulsion washed

to rescue you? Forget it. I'll

him add

now, but if you disobey,

that this version

her chin, Patrick swiftly concocted a new

feeling his gaze on her stomach. She

this, and whatever's inside you

"Get away from me!"

him, clamping her

pried

she glared at him with both

smirked as he forced the

away and bolted for the bathroom, frantically trying to

the door, with an indifferent tone

the child won't

"Patrick!"

a bottle of

hurt, but the insult

head, and gave out a cold