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."

it was. Philip knew how to drive a person to the brink.

a sharp sting

lab rat, given his exceptional abilities. No one knew how

maneuvered behind

but he wouldn't

different

all over; head still bowed, she didn’t look

am I tragic? I loved Augus, and I nearly killed the person he loved. I wanted Phil,

I got what I wanted. Of course, I knew Phil didn't care

didn’t expect her response at all, pausing for

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

image, Phil would never remember

bitterly, her shoulders shaking, also shaking from the poison

The real tragedy is you. You don't understand

be my lapdog, and now you think you're the

reach, you're ready to destroy it all. You've

kin. You think

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

to. She never looked at Phil but rasped,

Phil. I slept with you because I

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

front of the one she loved, pleading for help or

her.

preferred to endure the

their exchange, yet not quite understanding.