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

were too

given

flared at

a puppet? A robot? Can't

silence, standing still and

saw this and his anger

the man who seemed to be enjoying the

he wants to follow,

years, Phil rarely left

as

atmosphere inside was tense, Phil silent while Philip studied the man's

like lan.

knockoffs before, even

tools, devoid of any real

his nails with a knife,

but I'm nothing like the trash you're

had a hunch

facility had collapsed, the shadowy higher-ups had never

over the years, they had amassed a collection of drugs for

was

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

lips and sneered,

headed for

In Greenfield.

subconsciously

call

I just

forehead; painkillers were ineffective against this

brought him glass after glass of water, but

wetting the

"Has Maja returned?"

the university. She said she won't be

want her to see him like this,

With our influence, Queena's execution is set in

Queena's death would his obsessive urge to find