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."

agonizing it was. Philip knew how to drive a person to the brink. He had Phil administer the poison, and

was a sharp

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

behind the

you pined for Augus, but he wouldn't

you're no different

over; head still bowed,

Augus, and I nearly killed the person he loved. I wanted Phil, and I got

tand again. Where's the tragedy? I got what I wanted. Of course,

pausing for a few seconds before furrowing his brow at

appeared in

would

chuckled bitterly, her shoulders shaking, also shaking from the poison Phil had poured into her and kept coughing

is you. You don't understand feelings, have never loved anyone, nor did you protect your

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

You've always been selfish, never considering Phil.

think I'm pitiful? Pity yourself, pity

fed to her was no benign substance; it would ensure an

said all she needed to. She never looked at Phil but rasped, "There's something I've never

with

ground. But death didn't cimmediately; she struggled before

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

her.

preferred to endure

quite understanding. So he