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

Eric's memories.

all of his memories,

her mouth, Patrick

you needto silence you with poison to keep you

back, but in the

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

gaze roamed over her as

make sure you're

by his stare, and

you? Forget it.

struggled, hearing him add

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

instincts were screaming that this version of Patrick was not to

chin, Patrick swiftly concocted a new

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

inside

"Get away from me!"

him, clamping her

pried

she glared at him with both

as he forced the substance down her

away and bolted for the bathroom, frantically trying to induce

door, with an indifferent tone he

a drop, and the child

"Patrick!"

burst of adrenaline, she flung a bottle of shampoo

but

his head, and gave out