Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The night was chaos incarnate.

Maja couldn't fathom Patric's endgame, but the cacophony of blasts reverberating through the air was a clear indicator that he had

rigged explosives across multiple locations.

How much of Eric's memory had he assimilated? These bombs weren't bought; they were handcrafted by the man himself.

Eric was a prodigy with a penchant for the elemental, and for him, crafting bombs was a walk in the park.

Maja furrowed her brows, as she smelled the stench of blood undeniable in the air, mingling with the howls and wails that seemed

to ride the waves of the explosions.

Patric's move was merciless, not intended to spare anyone, even the Bradshaws.

She took a deep breath, but found the sulfur hanging heavy and acrid in the air made her stomach churn.

Patric held her close with one arm, while the other hastily wrapped a torn piece of cloth around his bleeding wound.

"Patric, where the hell are you taking me?" Maja's voice was tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.

Why stir up this hornet's nest?

If he wanted to get out, why not just team up with lan? After all, they had entered this mess together.

Why go to such lengths, planting bombs everywhere?

Was his plan to let lan die, to throw the Bradshaws into disarray, and to cause an uproar on Forbidden Island so as to make it

slipping away in the chaos?

And why take her along? If he had left her behind, he could already be in ssafe haven by now.

"Shut up!" Patric barked, as he hoisted her up and trudged forward.

The thick dust in the air choked him and made him cough a bit, and suddenly, faint footsteps caught his attention.

Then, a man's voice cut through the turmoil.

"Hand her over."

It was lan's voice.

that

the Bradshaws' tonight, where the bombs

could he

dust settled slightly, Patric could see the figure next to him clearly—it

lan wielded a

that had whizzed by earlier had been

clutched Maja tighter, his face draining

"Why are you here?"

he'd set, there should've

was lan so damn

lan fired, and the bullet

grip failed, and Maja slipped from his

lan caught her effortlessly.

her lips quivering with unvoiced

leg, now took a hit to the shoulder, but he felt no pain—all

silent scrutiny.

moment they had entered Forbidden Island together; back then, Patric's

website on Gøøglᴇ to access

span to make Patric hate him

securely, lan commanded his

leave now to pick up Oliver Porter, and then it's off to the South District Mental Hospital on

"Understood, Mr. Raymond."

the head of the Porter

had promised to get

the Bradshaws nearly decimated, no one paid mind to lan's

to investigate

Inner Island would be licking its wounds, and too preoccupied to

that, lan had

helped him to his feet, but Patric could only

everything perfectly for tonight, by successfully turning

Bradshaws.

Island, but somewhere, somehow, it