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.

direct confrontation

he was connected to

he and Summer were the only two with

for years he had been supplying the research

a place of influence within their

both of them were entangled with the research facility, there

Quentin would be the first to break

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

his face a

torture, died, and his body was dumped outside. Whether the bombs destroyed him or not, that's

by the fate of the young

raised an eyebrow

you might have gone

Summer was not one to show mercy to

took a seat, silent. He knew he had once shown weakness for

thus deserved her fate as a plaything in

preordained. Human

aware of the secrecy shrouding the

unclear to

no one shared information freely, and

highest echelons.

failed because of

talented and as

one knew why he suddenly sided

nature was indeed

brings you here

alive," Philip stated with a smile, his

before the explosion, he had learned of Cynthia's whereabouts

only place she could have been hidden

was Cynthia dead or