Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Sarah stood in silence, her gaze fixated on the woman lying on the bed. Snippets of conversations she had overheard made it clear

that the basement they were in was nothing short of formidable.

The construction crew had toiled for a month, but they still couldnt crack the switch to this place.

A mocking smile flickered across Sarah's lips. It seemed Summer had truly expended a lot of energy and resources to craft this

cage.

So, Cynthia had spent her days here until the slow-acting poison was about to take effect? To struggle in this confined space, and

to endure the presence of someone like Summer.

For a moment, Sarah couldn't decide who had it worse - herself or Cynthia. Moreover, she couldn't even ascertain which of them

really was Cynthia.

Human experimentation at the research base was a breach of moral ethics. People like her, who were subjected to experiments

against their will, struggled to find any meaning in their very existence.

She watched Maja holding Cynthia's hand, weeping silently. That tear seemed to pierce through Sarah’s heart without making a

sound.

But she couldn't say anything, let alone reveal her true identity. Because even now, she wasn’t sure who she really was.

Maja was being led out of the basement, guided toward the outside world. The sky above was a clear blue. Ever since the city walls

one could stand here

to

thick smoke billowing into the air. Maja stood at a distance, watching, but the scene before

into a crevice,

family residence. Gazing up at the familiar ceiling, she curled her

Beck still on

you find him? I get it, an 8.1 magnitude earthquake, but what

by a fissure in the ground? Alive and not seen, dead without a trace,

don’t care, keep looking there; if not a month, then

pang in her head. She reached out

the bed and quickly hung up the

back home. Bernard and his

called off the manhunt for lan and have even awarded him. Once we find lan,

been ringing non-stop. Zoey and Carol both called to check on you. I told

was

sitting by the bedside, “Don’t worry. The earthquake

you know. You just focus on getting better. I

good news.”

at her neck where

know; I'm okay. What

refused to

thanks to Doctor's medicine. That girl who cout

work today and won't be back

“Work?”

forgotten? Most of the Sanders family shares are in your hands. As punishment,

big companies. I heard he's taken a cashier job at a convenience store. That girl follows

can't talk. I'm worried he might not be able to

the situation. But she didn’t feel like pleading for Dylan; it