Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

lan woke with a start, as the evening shadows began to lengthen across his room. He rubbed at his temples, eyes tracing the

familiar cracks on the ceiling.

Pushing himself upright, he was greeted by a voice, “How are you feeling?”

It was Beck, his expression a mosaic of concern. Just as Beck braced for lan to revert to the mental capacity of a toddler, lan

exhaled softly and shook his head, “I'm fine. How's Maja?”

He could respond coherently and remembered Maja?

Beck was taken aback, then relieved.

“You're in Greenfield. Maja’s at Greenfield Gardens, resting up for the baby. Everyone in Cania has been searching for you, turning

every stone.”

lan’s gaze swept the hospital room, finding it empty.

“Where is she?”

Maja was his primary concern.

“She's resting. You're not in shape to see her yet. I haven't told her we found you. Her emotions can’t handle the excitement, and I

didn’t want to get her hopes up. Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah.”

As lan answered, an itch began to crawl up his throat. It was unreachable, starting deep within him and surfacing like a terrible

whisper.

Instinctively, he scratched at his hand, but it was like scratching over a boot - unsatisfying.

A frown creased his forehead as he stopped and turned to Beck.

“What's happened to me?”

that at one point, he was close to tearing his own skin open to rid

situation

Lock her up and

thousand times more potent than any

can handle it. Have Philip and Phil been found? And what about

got a lead on Phil, which should lead us to

his healing wounds. Standing, he intended to

faint red hue over

lan’s distress and

sweat was

stopped. It was fortunate enough that lan hadn't lost his

just

made lan nauseous, let alone that

want to go back to Greenfield Gardens. You'd better tell

worried in her heart. It's not good for the child. Moreover, it's

a baby carriage, and think of

the moment he leaned back,

he spoke, “Givea couple of days.

surprise meant not

sensed that Beck was off. He kept going out, claiming he

Beck had been too

did you

point, her heart racing with hope, only

her eyes extinguished, she

up. I've stocked up on

maybe invite a few artists from the company. How

in the mood. She'd been

the desire to shop for the holidays, often feeling

of lan in their bedroom was fading, and she had hoped he’d return

days dragged on, she

looming but not wanting to worry Beck, she managed a

a bit,

felt a pang of sympathy