Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Astronia.

Maja scrolled through the endless barrage of online posts confirming that Wendy had been virtually tarred and feathered by the

unforgiving public. It was only then that she allowed herself a smidgen of satisfaction.

She couldn't bring herself to call Zoey. She knew it would just be another round of apologies and all that.

Right now it was better for anyone to disturb Zoey, who needed a little peace and quiet, stto rest up. Rubbing her tired

eyes, Maja shut her laptop, only to be gently chided by the woman beside her.

"You really should cut down on screen time, especially with the baby on the way."

Maja splashed swater on her face in the bathroom. When she returned, her eyes were still tinged with red. There had been no

word from lan for a week, she hadn't really had enough rest recently, and her nights were riddled with nightmares.

After dealing with the online storm back home, all she felt was exhaustion. Another day passed without a peep from lan. Maja was

growing impatient. She called Beck, hoping for a shred of news.

"Nothing yet, Maja. Don't get too worked up. The research base's layout is a maze; they might be out of reach for now."

"And what about Forbidden Island?” Was Cynthia still giving everyone the silent treatment?

Beck's smile faded at the mention of Forbidden Island, "It's the same. She screams whenever anyone tries to approach. No way to

communicate. The engineering department is working double-time, but the basement's design is too clever. It'll take months to

crack."

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Feeling the weight of her concerns, Maja pressed her lip and ended the call. No matter how worried she was for lan, her only choice

was to wait in the hotel.

Meanwhile, at the research base, lan had spent days familiarizing himself with the layout, yet he still couldn't find Dylan's location.

His exchanges with Walter had been enlightening.

Night fell, he delivered another batch of medications near Test Chamber 8; lan noticed the researchers hadn't slept for days and

barely had the energy to greet as they saw him.

The teenage subject of Chamber 8 had gone berserk the previous night. The higher-ups had wanted to parade him out like a

showpiece, but the boy had gruesomely clawed two men before being sedated and returned to his chamber. His fingernails still

bore traces of blood, lending him an eerie aura.

Each tlan delivered meds, their gazes would meet. These few nights when he went to the hatch, he'd lock gaze with the boy's.

He knew well that the boy recognized him, yet he hadn't alerted anyone.

lan wondered if the teen had ever spoken. During his there, he hadn't really heard the teen ever speak. All he seemed capable

of were roars and screams.

After completing his delivery, lan returned to Sarah's core lab. Sarah was deeply engrossed in her research, rarely initiating

conversation unless discussing the effects of a new drug.

lan needed to send meds near Chamber 8 tonight. He planned to create chaos so he could better understand the area where the

higher-ups were holed up.

He stood at the lab bench, methodically handing over reagents to the Doctor, but Sarah didn’t take over, and furrowed her brows

instead.

He noticed one of Sarah's hand was trembling. She switched on a device aside that projected the faces of masked individuals

through a small screen, save for one - the uniformed man from the lobby.

Legs crossed, the uniformed man was debating heatedly with the others, one hand propping against his chin, his lips curled up. At

the moment, the head of the table addressed Sarah.

"What are your thoughts, Sarah? After all, you are the one who created this weapon."

Turned out, a conference held by the higher-ups was underway about the fate of the weapon. The weapon's ferocity had been

demonstrated, and now a few chairpersons coveted it, though there was only one to claim.

All seven core members sat at the table.

Lowering her lashes, Sarah glanced at the only unmasked man. Her image filled the central conference screen, the lab behind her.

"If everyone wants it, then perhaps no one should have it. Let's keep him in the chamber a few more days. Isn't the chairperson

election just around the corner?"

There were twenty chairpersons in the running; the position was deemed high despite the numbers, because the influence of the

research base's drugs was global, and the privileges of the chairpersons were vast.

The unmasked man raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, "Indeed, just a few days left. Swill be stepping down this

term."

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Retirement meant new appointments. Last time, Sarah single-handedly blocked Philip's ascension. It remained to be seen who the

higher-ups would consider this taround.

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