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?”

point, he was close to

finished explaining about Queena'’s situation when

her up and keep her away from

was a thousand times more potent than any drug, how could

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

should lead us to Philip. No word on Patric

Standing, he intended to pace the room, but the

angles, casting a faint red hue over his

distress and

was rolling

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

should just

of blood made lan nauseous, let alone that of

want to go back to Greenfield Gardens. You'd

her heart. It's not good

carriage, and think

moment he leaned back, his hospital gown was

he spoke, “Givea couple of days. It's

surprise meant not

past few days, Maja sensed that Beck was off. He kept going out, claiming he was grabbing drinks with

missing, Beck had been too anxious

did you

point, her heart racing with hope, only to see Beck

light in her eyes extinguished, she settled

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

artists from the company. How does that

in the mood. She'd been

the holidays, often feeling a pang

scent of lan in their bedroom was fading, and she

days dragged on, she dared not

not wanting to worry Beck, she managed a weak

for a bit, take a walk by

a pang of sympathy and