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."

a person to

was a sharp sting to

becoming a perpetual lab rat, given his

maneuvered behind

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

you're no different from a stranger. How

Isaac was in pain all over; head still bowed, she didn’t look at

loved Augus, and I nearly killed the person

what I wanted. Of course, I knew Phil didn't care for me; he's just

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

she appeared in Phil's mind. Yet she was painfully aware that, no

image, Phil would never remember

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

is you. You don't understand feelings, have

think you're the master? You have no clue

it all. You've always been selfish, never considering Phil.

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

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

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

with you because I

fell to the ground. But death didn't cimmediately; she struggled before that.

she loved, pleading for help or writhing

her.

to

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