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?”

already registered that at one point, he was close to tearing his

situation when lan was

her up and

than

it. Have Philip and Phil been found?

on Phil, which should lead us to Philip. No

intended

casting a faint red hue

and moved to help

sweat was rolling down

lost his mind, but now he was still trying

maybe I should just have

made lan nauseous, let alone that of

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

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

buy a baby carriage, and

leaned back, his hospital gown was nearly soaked through with

of days.

surprise meant not

that Beck was off. He kept going

had been

you

point, her heart racing with

in her eyes extinguished,

hand, “Christmas is coming up. I've stocked up on holiday goods and thought we could gather with

artists from

She'd been alone, rarely

for the holidays, often feeling a pang of sadness late at

lan in their bedroom was fading,

as the days dragged on, she

looming but not wanting to worry Beck, she managed a

for a bit, take a walk

of sympathy and gently