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

sharp sting

fought hard to protect Phil from becoming a perpetual lab rat, given his exceptional abilities. No one knew how

maneuvered behind

wouldn't give you the tof day.

you're no different

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

and I nearly killed the person he loved. I

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

all, pausing for

head down, even now, worried about how she appeared in Phil's mind. Yet she was painfully aware that,

would never remember

shaking, also shaking from the poison Phil had poured

You don't understand feelings, have never loved

lapdog, and now you think you're the master? You have

you're ready to destroy it all. You've always

You think I'm pitiful? Pity yourself, pity

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

she said all she needed to. She never looked

I slept with you

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

herself making any sounds; in front of the one she loved, pleading for help or writhing in

her.

to

their exchange, yet not quite understanding. So he asked, "Philip,