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

given up

flared at Phil's

a puppet? A robot? Can't you think

was cowed into silence,

this and

word to Phil, he glanced at the man

go. If he wants

Phil rarely left his

man said nothing as they got into

was tense, Phil silent

look so much like lan. Are you a

knockoffs before, even one

people were like tools, devoid of

his nails with

but I'm nothing like the trash you're

had a hunch

collapsed, the shadowy

were unknown, and over the years, they had amassed a collection of drugs for purposes

lan look-alike's intimate knowledge of the facility suggested he was either one of the

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

his lips

headed for

In Greenfield.

the couch, bending over subconsciously as an intense itch spread

alarmed, went to call a doctor but was

use, I just need

painkillers were ineffective against

after glass of water, but by the last,

wetting the

"Has Maja returned?"

to the university. She

want her to see him like this, lest she

word. With our influence, Queena's execution is set in stone and will be

death would his obsessive urge to