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."

was. Philip knew how to drive a person to

was a sharp sting to

Phil from becoming a perpetual lab rat,

maneuvered behind

wouldn't give you the tof day.

no different from a stranger. How

pain all over;

Augus, and I nearly killed the

tand again. Where's the tragedy? I got what I wanted. Of course, I knew Phil didn't

her response at all, pausing for a few seconds before

worried about how she appeared in Phil's mind. Yet she was

Phil would never remember

her shoulders shaking, also shaking from the poison Phil had poured

understand feelings,

and now you think you're the master? You have no clue what you want in

destroy it all. You've always

only kin. You think

was dying. The poison fed to her

to. She never looked at Phil but rasped, "There's something

slept with you because I liked

ground. But death didn't cimmediately;

loved, pleading for help or writhing in

her.

to endure the

to their exchange, yet not quite understanding.