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 own skin open

finished explaining about Queena'’s situation when lan was about to

her blood. Lock her up and keep her

a thousand times more potent than any

“I can handle it. Have

lead us to

wounds. Standing, he intended to pace the room, but the itching sensation ambushed

a faint red hue

noticed lan’s distress and

sweat was rolling down his

that lan hadn't lost his mind, but now he was still trying to

just have Queena

of blood made lan nauseous, let alone that of a

go back to Greenfield Gardens.

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

carriage, and think of the

the moment he leaned back, his hospital

he spoke, “Givea couple of days. It's almost

meant not

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

lan missing, Beck had been too anxious to entertain such

did you

intuition was usually on point, her heart racing with hope, only to see

her eyes extinguished,

stocked up on holiday goods and thought

invite a few artists from the

mood. She'd

lacked the desire to shop for the holidays, often

scent of lan in their bedroom was fading, and

she dared not inquire further about

headache looming but not wanting to worry Beck, she managed

a bit, take a

sympathy and gently