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.

Fabian's close friends began to arrive to help prepare for the

you holding up

her voice breaking, "I never expected

few broken tiles on

the village was dependent on Queena for medical care. With her mother gone and her father dead shortly after

filled

in with vegetables and pork to prepare a feast at

others chopped them, and

simple canopy was

it all, claiming she wasn’t sure what to do next, so

filled the village, mingling with the smoke

roused from sleep by the bagpipes, their sound having

door, only to

to Tobias, who was

passed away over

with sadness, "Yeah, it's Queena's dad. Heard he fell off the roof and died. They're gonna lay

three days. Look, handsome, I

fussy; he took

dad supposed to be

until

rising smoke and spoke indifferently, "Should we

Abner, and

take it easy, handsome, you can't walk

Abner nodded.

the right

village surroundings, which were small enough to see in a