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

situation

her up and keep her away

than any drug, how could

it. Have Philip and

lead on Phil, which should lead us to Philip. No word on Patric

intended to pace the room, but the itching sensation

faint red

and moved to

seconds, lan’s sweat was

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

should just

of blood made lan nauseous, let alone that of

now, Greenfield Gardens? I want to go back to Greenfield

must be worried in her heart. It's not

baby carriage,

car, but the moment he leaned back, his hospital gown was nearly soaked through with

couple of days. It's almost

surprise meant

He

with lan missing, Beck had been too anxious to entertain such

did you

point, her heart racing with

her eyes extinguished,

is coming up. I've stocked up on holiday goods and thought we could gather with Fitch

artists from the company.

She'd

for the holidays, often feeling a pang of

lan in their bedroom was fading, and she had hoped

the days dragged on, she dared not inquire

to worry

for a bit, take a walk

of sympathy and gently patted her