Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"No need to know who I am, what matters is I can help you."

The man looked at Philip's blind eye, a crushing blow for someone as proud as him.

"What do you say, coming with me?"

Suspicion still clouded Philip's eyes as his brother, Phil, clutched his hand, "Philip, I really dream of escaping to a small island to live

out our days."

But his hand was roughly shaken off; their dreams were not aligned.

Phil yearned to gaze at the sky, to collect fallen leaves, to truly savor the world.

Philip, on the other hand, sought to dominate it.

Now destitute, lan and Maja had found their happy ending; even Cynthia had met a peaceful close.

Why not him?

He was determined to be the stone that shattered their tranquility.

He stared coldly at the man, a smirk playing on his lips, "You better not be lying to me."

"Wouldn't dare. After all, lan's on my hit list too."

The man bore such a striking resemblance to lan, it was apparent he had undergone surgery for that very purpose. His motives

were yet unclear.

Philip didn't care to delve deeper. The enemy of his enemy was his friend.

He stepped forward to join the man when he heard footsteps behind him; Phil had decided to follow.

"Why are you following me? Didn't you want to find sisland paradise?"

Phil had only one family member left in this world: Philip. If something happened to Philip, Phil's life would lose its meaning. But

ambitions were too

you. I've given up

flared

you a puppet? A robot? Can't

silence, standing still

this and his

Phil, he glanced at the man

go. If he wants

the years, Phil rarely

man said nothing as they got

atmosphere inside was tense, Phil silent while Philip

look so much like

other knockoffs before,

people were like tools, devoid of

idly cleaned his nails with a knife, exuding an

could say that, but I'm nothing like

a hunch about

collapsed, the shadowy higher-ups had

the years, they had amassed a

suggested he was either one of the elite or their most trusted

unaware of the full extent of Dr. Sarah's secrets, let alone

lips

for the

In Greenfield.

couch, bending over subconsciously as an intense itch

call a doctor but was

I just need a

forehead; painkillers were

of water, but

wetting the

"Has Maja returned?"

She

relief. He didn't want her to see

Queena's execution is

would his obsessive urge