Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Phil didn't hesitate any longer and poured the potion down his throat. Isaac reached out to stop him, but it was futile. She heard

Philip speak up at this moment.

"Professor, I appreciate all the care you've given over the years, but what you did to Phil is pretty vile. Then again, I guess I'm one

to talk since I'm just as despicable. I wouldn't have gotten this president's role if Phil hadn't warmed your bed. You must have really

liked Phil, huh?"

Isaac's body stiffened. She couldn't bring herself to look at Phil. It was as if her deepest secret had been laid bare, and she felt

utterly exposed.

Even in her current state, her first thought was hoping Phil wouldn't look at her now. She felt embarrassed and ugly.

Over the years, she had tried every trick in the book to maintain her skin, so she could look the way she did now.

Head bowed, she remained silent, only now realizing that Philip knew everything, saw everything - as if he was looking on her

trouble with indifference.

"You have a genuine fondness for Phil, but he's clueless. He doesn't grasp human emotions, let alone your pitiful affection. You

brought him to your bed, and he complied. You thought you could keep him by your side forever, even arguing with the higher-ups

for him. Professor, you must be pretty cozy with someone up top, otherwise, how could I have gotten this president's position? The

poison was fed to you by Phil himself. It must be agonizing."

to drive a person to the brink. He had Phil administer

a sharp sting to

protect Phil from becoming a perpetual lab rat, given his exceptional abilities. No one knew

maneuvered behind

he wouldn't give you the tof day.

you're no different

was in pain all over; head still

I loved Augus, and I nearly killed the person he loved. I

again. Where's the tragedy? I got what I wanted. Of course, I knew Phil didn't care for me; he's

response at all, pausing for a few seconds before

down, even now, worried about how she appeared in Phil's mind. Yet she was painfully

Phil would

shaking from the poison Phil had poured into her and kept coughing

understand feelings, have

be my lapdog, and now you think you're the master? You have no clue what you

within reach, you're ready to destroy it all. You've always been selfish,

of his only kin. You think I'm pitiful? Pity yourself, pity

she was dying. The poison fed to her was no benign substance; it would ensure an

all she needed to. She never looked at

Phil. I slept with you because I liked

that, her eyes closed, and she fell to the ground. But death didn't cimmediately; she

of the one she loved, pleading for help or writhing in pain loudly would

her.

to

listening to their exchange, yet not quite understanding. So he asked, "Philip, what does it mean to like