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

you. I've given up

flared at

puppet? A robot? Can't you

cowed into silence, standing still

and his

the man who

If he wants to

Phil

as

atmosphere inside was tense, Phil silent while Philip studied the

much like lan. Are

knockoffs before, even

like tools,

man idly cleaned his nails with a knife, exuding an air of

but I'm nothing like the trash

hunch about the

collapsed, the

unknown, and over the years, they had amassed a collection

facility suggested he was either one of

of Dr. Sarah's secrets, let alone the rank-and-file at the

pursed his lips and sneered, falling

car headed for the private

In Greenfield.

bending over subconsciously

went to call a doctor but

use, I just

on lan's forehead; painkillers were ineffective against this

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

fell, wetting the

"Has Maja returned?"

went to the university. She said she won't

He didn't want her

court just sent word. With our influence, Queena's execution is set in stone and will be carried out in two

death would his obsessive urge to