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.

avoided a direct confrontation with

nwas Summer, and he was connected to the research

were the only two with ties to that

and for years he had been supplying the research

of influence within their

them were entangled with the research facility,

that Quentin would be

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

his face

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

Summer said, unfazed by the fate of the young man he

raised an eyebrow in understanding, chuckling

have gone easy on him,

Summer was not one

he had once

squandered his leniency and thus deserved her fate as a plaything in

Human efforts

shrouding the research facility. He

unclear to

that place, no one shared information freely, and individual records

highest echelons.

teacup, "This tI failed

was talented and

one knew why he suddenly

nature was indeed

here

Philip stated with a

learned

Summer's domain, the only place

Cynthia