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?”

one point, he was close to

Queena'’s situation when lan was about to

her up and keep her

potent than any drug, how could he

it. Have Philip and Phil been found? And what

lead us to Philip. No

leaned back, checking his healing wounds. Standing, he intended

faint

distress and moved to

was rolling

heart nearly stopped. It was fortunate enough that lan hadn't lost his mind, but now he was still trying

should just have Queena

made lan nauseous, let alone that of a

want to go back to Greenfield

surface, and she must be worried in her heart. It's not good for the child. Moreover, it's about tto

baby carriage, and think of the

he got into the car, but the moment he leaned back, his hospital

spoke, “Givea couple of days. It's almost Christmas. I can

meant

that Beck was off. He kept going out, claiming

had been too

did you find

intuition was usually on point, her heart racing with

extinguished, she settled quietly on

up on

invite a few artists from the company. How does

She'd been

holidays, often feeling a pang of sadness late

bedroom was

dragged on, she

wanting to worry

out for a bit, take a walk by

a pang of sympathy and