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 the brink. He

was a sharp sting

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

behind

you pined for Augus, but he wouldn't give you the tof day. Now, you long for

no different

Isaac was in pain all over; head still bowed, she

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

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

at all, pausing for a few seconds before furrowing his brow at

head down, even now, worried about how she appeared in

would

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

understand

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

You've always been selfish, never considering Phil.

think I'm pitiful? Pity yourself,

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

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

Phil. I slept with

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

front of the one she loved, pleading for help

her.

to endure the

had been listening to their exchange, yet not quite understanding.