Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Philip, don't be mad, okay?"

Phil had no clue what he'd done wrong this time. He had always aimed to please the professor, and when she was happy, so was

Philip. Had he messed up again?

He was at a loss. Panic began to set in, the icy grip of the machinery he feared he'd be thrown back into seemed all too close.

"Philip."

The voice was grating to him, and in an instant, Philip grabbed Phil's hand tightly, his tone tinged with rare sulk. He never snapped

at this person, but this time, he couldn't hold back.

"You slept with her? What were you thinking?"

"lI wanted you to be happy."

"Do you think that makeshappy?"

Confusion clouded Phil's eyes as he echoed the question, not understanding why Philip wouldn't be happy.

Philip suddenly felt embarrassed, as if his gentle facade was being ripped away. He'd lived in Greenfield for so long, witnessed so

much deceit and change of heart, yet now he couldn't deal with one sincere soul.

Releasing Phil's hand after a long pause, Philip still didn't know what to say. He turned to retreat to his room, with Phil trailing

behind him cautiously, not wanting to stir his anger further.

Once in the room, Philip stood by a cabfilled with leaves Phil had collected, each meticulously cleaned.

would last for years. After a minute with closed eyes, Philip

"But..."

"No buts."

didn’t argue further. He fished a piece of biscuit from his pocket

a significant incident, Phil seemed unaffected, not realizing sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

a woman twice his age

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face; then he said without hesitation, "As

speechless. Phil returned to his crumbled biscuit as if to say, “Just don't be

nothing, still taking

base for two whole days. The staff here were the lowest of the low, their sole task to drag bodies around,

people or the deceased. They all wore the suniform: white hazmat suits and

was growing restless; Dylan and Walter were clearly

from snippets of conversation, lan gathered this was just a tiny

place off-limits to the likes of

three individuals arrived, looking to select

brought here were subjected to general experiments, and those who passed

and volunteered to help with the transfers, shadowing the group

and the staff wore the suniforms. He overheard the person

folks are for

of seclusion? But what about

got snew

it, the Doctor is not

Doctor? Who was that? While lan pondered

the man glanced at lan, "What are you still doing here? Get the hell back to your

not to hear, and the man quickly answered the call, "Doctor, you're coming personally? Yes, of course.

gate for you."

tto deal with lan and hurried to a massive door. As the

was Sarah, Doctor of the research