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.

of Fabian's close friends began to arrive to

up okay?

sighed, her voice breaking, "I never expected

to her, Fabian had been trying to fix a few

was dependent on Queena for medical care. With her mother gone

filled with pity for

community pitched in with vegetables and pork to prepare

chopped them,

canopy was

it all, claiming she wasn’t sure what to do next, so others went to hire a bagpiper and buy

bagpipes filled the village, mingling with the smoke from the cooking

sleep by the bagpipes, their sound having continued throughout the

the door, only to see wreaths laid out on

Tobias, who

passed away

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

three days. Look, handsome, I brought you sfood from

wasn't fussy; he took the utensils and

dad supposed to be back

won't be back until noon. There'll be

rising smoke and spoke

after Abner, and now,

but take it easy,

Abner nodded.

right length for

surveyed the village surroundings, which were small enough to see in a single glance, situated by the water. The