Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Queena didn't utter a word, her attention fixed on the medicine simmering in the pot.

Fabian's pride was wounded, and in a fit of embarrassed rage, he slapped the table.

"What's the deal here?"

Seeing Queena remain silent, he made a move towards the room where lan was resting.

"Fine, if you won't talk to me, I'll talk to the guy inside. And if he doesn't want to speak up, I'll toss him into the well outside!"

Fabian was used to throwing his weight around at home. His wife had been driven away by his temper, and if it hadn't been for the

school scholarship that Queena received, she might have never escaped a lifetof being on the receiving end of his fists.

Queena never cared about her father, but Fabian still saw her as the meek and compliant daughter she’d been in her youth.

He headed towards lan's room, but as he reached the door, someone smashed a chair down on his back.

He shook violently and toppled to the floor.

Fabian's body trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief, but he couldn't get the words out.

Queena pulled out a needle and thrust it into his brain, ending Fabian's life in an instant.

She returned to the stove to continue brewing her medicine, and after bringing it to lan, she went out to inform the villagers.

Fabian had a decent reputation in the village; though he was an abusive husband, he was also known to stand up for his neighbors.

And, like many men who were tyrants at home, Fabian was obsessed his dignity.

close friends began to arrive to

up okay?

voice breaking, "I never expected he'd fall off the

few broken tiles on the roof when

care. With her mother gone and

was filled with pity for

vegetables and pork

to help—swashed the veggies, others chopped them, and a few took on

simple canopy was quickly

wasn’t sure what to do next, so others went to hire a bagpiper and

wail of the bagpipes filled the village,

from sleep by the bagpipes, their sound having continued

shuffled to the door, only

to Tobias,

away

it's Queena's dad. Heard he fell off the roof and died. They're

days. Look, handsome, I brought you sfood

he took the utensils and

dad supposed to be back

but he won't be back until noon. There'll be plenty of fish

the hillside with the rising smoke and spoke indifferently, "Should we head

had stayed behind to look after Abner, and now, perked

take it easy, handsome, you can't

Abner nodded.

a stick that was just the right length for Abner to use as

village surroundings, which were small enough to see