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.

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

Eric's memories.

have all of his memories, or just parts

mouth, Patrick crushed the test tube in his

you with poison to

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

rules. You do what I say.

roamed over her as he

sure you're just as

by his stare, and a wave

his grip, "Waiting for lan to rescue you? Forget it. I'll make

struggled, hearing him

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

screaming that this version of Patrick was not to be trifled

swiftly concocted a

her stomach. She fought the impulse to

and whatever's inside you will be

"Get away from me!"

clamping her mouth

pried

she glared at

he forced

pushed him away and bolted for the bathroom, frantically trying

the door, with an indifferent

and the

"Patrick!"

she flung a bottle of shampoo at him, striking

hurt, but the

touched his head, and gave out a cold