Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Three days into lan's mysterious coma, Dylan rolled into the quaint town of Greenfield, with a special delivery: Patric, cuffed and

looking like he'd been through the wringer, was dragged into the heart of Greenfield Gardens.

The sight of Patric in such a state was a solemn reminder of the power play at hand. He was sporting a scruffy beard and hiding

behind a pair of glasses, a sharp contrast to his former self. Maja, unable to bring herself to call Dylan "big brother," simply nodded

in acknowledgment of his presence.

Patric's eyes held a flicker of something indefinable when he caught Maja's gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. He

stayed sullenly silent, a storm brewing in his silence.

Beck, who was never one to mince words, smacked him on the back of the head. "Quit sulking, man. After all that running and

hiding, here you are, caught like a rat in a trap."

It was a joint effort between Dylan and shard characters from the local fight club that had cornered Patric. He was seething,

and not even Maja's questions about Eric's fate or Patric's future plans could pierce his resolve.

Before matters could progress, the doorbell rang, slicing through the tension. Dr. Sarah and Bernard, accompanied by a line of

uniformed officers, stood at the threshold. Maja's eyes sparkled with a glint of intrigue as she took them in.

gaze lingered on Patric for a quick moment before she gracefully shifted her attention. Bernard, meanwhile, exuded

as he stepped

made a promise

to getting

she could easily challenge. However, his next words sent

we've contracted Dr. Sarah's services. I understand lan's predicament, and if you trust me, I can provide

develop a potential antidote. The kind

government channels."

looked up at Bernard, his

thin smile. "But wasn't Dr. Sarah scheduled to return

her

was light and detached. "Once lan's situation is resolved,

but requested a

as swiftly as they had arrived.

of Oakford, reported in a steady voice, "After Queena's execution, her ashes were supposed to

had none left, they were scattered into the sea off Oakford. No evidence,

alive

pants muddy as he listened to Maja

consider lan

"What are you implying, Maja? I know you've been sour about Zoey's choice, but

her decision, not mine. I

resolute. "There might