Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The last sliver of sunlight faded away at the horizon, and the atmosphere in the neighborhood grew heavy with tension.

The families, aware of their confinement, dared not make any sudden moves. They all sat in the living room, silently listening to

the negotiations happening outside.

The shouting had ceased, leaving everyone uncertain about what was to come. Their lives were all in the hands of Bernard.

And Bernard, he had lost his mind - or perhaps he had been mad all along.

He found his seat and slowly tapped his fingers on the armrest. When the silence persisted outside, a smirk played on his lips.

He turned to Lingery behind him and said, "Look at these people. The moment their wives and children are in danger, they clam

up. They can't spout their self-righteous drivel anymore. Such hypocrites, aren't they? What makes them any different from me?"

Lingery poured him a cup of tea, "Please, have a drink."

Bernard took a sip before asking, "How's Rachel doing?"

"She got the real lan out, but Dylan didn't fall for it. Thought he'd go after them himself, but he had the Sanders family call a press

conference right away."

"He's somewhat interesting, I'll give him that."

Bernard drank half the cup of tea, his gaze drifting towards the hibernation chamber where Maja lay.

"It's a shame, really. She's pregnant and the data's unstable. Otherwise, she would've been the first one for the experiment."

deep down, it was

said the surgery will

ages since he had a good rest, and sleep eluded him now

to find peace. After years of plotting, his wish was about to

and it felt surreal.

Sarah stood in front of a pile of data when Queena questioned

111 in the

was laced with doubt, holding a syringe without injecting the substance into Fitch's

remained impassive as she pulled out her previous data records, "Is it possible you're misremembering? My

Compound 112."

as a prodigy within the research base for her photographic memory, seldom made

But with evidence of

herself had made any

at Sarah, whose expression remained unchanged. With a forced smile, Queena conceded, "Perhaps

My apologies. I'll inject

and he approached with

Just a minor error in the data sequence

still etched with confusion,

and remember not to make these simple

gaze on her, which

had promised to keep her and lan together forever. If she disrupted Sarah's experiment,

the experiment

beaded on her forehead, but as she prepared to inject the next

whispered to Sarah, "Doctor, are you sure

have made a

things seemed off. But Queena's love for lan was

beceven