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.

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

Eric's memories.

have all of his

left her mouth, Patrick

you needto silence you with poison to keep you

the next second, Patrick's hand

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

roamed over her

sure you're just

stare, and a wave of revulsion

Forget it. I'll make sure he's stuck on Forbidden

struggled, hearing him

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

silent; her instincts were screaming that this version of Patrick

her chin, Patrick swiftly concocted

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

this, and whatever's inside you will

"Get away from me!"

fought him, clamping her

Patrick easily pried her

sharp pain hit her, and she glared at him

he forced the substance down

him away and bolted for the bathroom, frantically trying to induce

the door, with

and the child won't make

"Patrick!"

flung a bottle of shampoo at him, striking

hurt, but the insult

head, and gave