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

given up on

flared

a puppet? A robot? Can't you think

was cowed into silence, standing still

this and his

another word to Phil, he glanced at the man

he wants to follow,

the years, Phil rarely left

man said nothing as

was tense, Phil silent while Philip studied the

so much like lan. Are

been other knockoffs before, even one

were like tools, devoid of any real

man idly cleaned his nails with a knife, exuding

say that, but I'm nothing like

hunch

collapsed,

years, they

knowledge of the facility suggested he was either one of the

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

his lips and sneered, falling

for the

In Greenfield.

the couch, bending over subconsciously as an intense itch spread

call a doctor but

I just need a

on lan's forehead; painkillers were ineffective against this

brought him glass after glass of water, but by the last, lan could barely

wetting the

"Has Maja returned?"

to the university. She said she won't be

her to see

With our influence, Queena's execution is set

death would his obsessive urge to find her