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 the brink. He

a sharp sting to

protect Phil from becoming a perpetual lab rat, given his exceptional abilities. No one

behind the

Augus, but he wouldn't

you're no different from a stranger. How

all over; head still bowed, she didn’t look

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

the tragedy? I got what I wanted. Of

at all, pausing for a few

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

image, Phil would never

chuckled bitterly, her shoulders shaking, also shaking from the poison

real tragedy is you. You don't understand feelings, have

lapdog, and now you think you're the

You've always been selfish, never considering Phil. But

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

to her was no benign substance; it would ensure

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

slept with

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

front of the one she loved, pleading for help or writhing in pain

her.

preferred to endure the

had been listening to their exchange, yet not quite understanding. So he asked, "Philip, what