Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

In a nondescript town somewhere in North America, a man watched the scenes playing out on the video feed with a smirk.

The video showed Cynthia, along with sstrangers.

He could hear their hushed voices, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had a strong desire to control his former protégée, initially planning to whisk her away amidst the chaos.

But where else could he find a basement as perfect as this? It was the golden cage he had meticulously planned to imprison her in

since childhood, a labor of love, so to speak.

The people on the video seemed aware they were under surveillance, speaking in hushed tones and mostly communicating

through text messages on their phones.

The man watched the monitors, not the least bit worried. He knew Cynthia couldn't escape. As long as she was under his watchful

eye, he was in a good mood.

Watching a woman of such stature gradually lose her dignity and becso obedient was his crowning achievement.

His smile deepened at the sound of someone knocking on the door, announcing the arrival of visitors.

A frown creased his forehead momentarily as he left the room.

Upon reaching the living room on the first floor, he found Philip and his ever-present shadow, Phil, sitting in the parlor.

"What brings the two of you here?" he asked with a casual air.

Philip looked up at him.

a direct confrontation

man's nwas Summer, and he was connected to the

he and Summer were the only two

and for years he had been supplying the research facility with subjects for their

place of influence within

them were entangled with the research facility, there was no need for open

thought that Quentin would be the

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

his face

day of torture, died, and his body was dumped outside. Whether the bombs destroyed

by the fate of the young man

raised an eyebrow in understanding, chuckling

might have gone easy

was not one to show mercy

a seat, silent. He knew he had once

thus deserved her fate

preordained. Human efforts

regarded the brothers, aware of the secrecy shrouding the research facility. He knew they were insiders, but their

remained unclear

freely, and individual

highest echelons.

his teacup, "This tI failed because of Quentin. I regret his

talented and as

he suddenly sided with

nature was indeed

here today?"

want to confirm if Cynthia is still alive," Philip stated with a

learned

was Summer's domain, the only place

Cynthia dead or