Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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“Fitch, did you ever hear about Bernard's kid being shipped off years ago? Rumor has it, he bit the dust at sresearch lab."

"Yeah, that's not exactly a state secret. His son, just like Eric back in the day, got sent on shush-hush mission and never made

it back. Not even a bone to bury."

"Is there any record of the people they sent out?"

"Top secret stuff. Once someone kicks the bucket, their ID gets wiped clean."

Seemed like digging around here might just be a piece of cake.

Her lips curled, "I'm thinking, we don't really know what Bernard's angle is. What if we turn back the clock and say his son didn't

die at that lab, what if he was already gone before that? Maybe Bernard's playing God, trying to bring his boy back to life by

sparking his memories in someone else's noggin. Does that theory hold water?"

The moment she finished, the room plunged into silence. Maja's wild guesses always had a way of flipping everything on its head.

Nobody spoke, but then Patric, who'd been quiet as a church mouse, let out a snort. That snort got under Beck's skin. He stood up

and jabbed a finger at Patric's cheek.

"Hey, you cell warrior, what are you snickering at? Keep it up and I'll make you eat Rocky's dog treats, you believe that?"

Patric's face turned stormy, but his hands were tied behind his back, and he was cuffed to a sturdy iron rack. He wasn't going

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anywhere.

"Back off!"

He tried to kick out at Beck. Beck dodged with a smirk, "Oh? Can't touch this, can you?"

Maja watched the exchange, massaging her temples. She figured the old scuffles between lan and Beck weren't for nothing.

On the surface, lan was all pride and vanity, but deep down, he had a mischievous streak. Beck, the notorious flirt, was actually the

most innocent of the Sanders family, and just as impish.

No wonder those two were at each other's throats.

"Beck, knock it off."

Beck finally turned, heading back to his seat. Maja eyed Patric, her tone mild, "What was so funny just now?"

Patric met her gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing, eyes suddenly rimmed red. After struggling with his words, he spat out, "None of

your business!"

Maja unexpectedly caught a whiff of hurt, panic, and defiance in his voice. She suddenly remembered, back when Eric was still

around, Patric always opposed her, always trying to off Eric to claim the body for himself.

He thought he was a distinct personality, and Eric should just disappear. Patric indeed smelled something fishy back then, but

whenever he questioned his own identity, Eric stayed silent, only ever saying, "You'll regret hurting her one day."

Why was Eric so sure? Because he knew Patric was just a fragment of his brother lan's memory, a fragment that hadn't yet made

him recall his own name.

If lan could fall for Maja, then this offshoot personality would inevitably be charmed by her too. So Eric was certain Patric would

have regrets, once he figured out where he cfrom.

Maja stepped closer, scrutinizing the face before her. The flutter of her teen years was long gone. Now she looked on with utter

calm.

After a brief glance, she turned to address the group lounging on the couch.

"Dylan, Beck, | think I've pieced together the details. Bernard once said he wasn't just after lan, but Patric too, because Patric was

once a subject under experiment, and it succeed. Bernard wants to do the same, transplant his son's memories into someone else,

spark them to life. That way, his son would live again. He must have those memories stashed somewhere, just waiting for surgery.

Could lan be the person he's chosen?"

To be precise, not a person, but the right shell. Bernard's interest in Patric was to perfect his data.

That was Maja's theory, laid out for all to hear. The crowd on the couch stayed mum. Only Patric, after a few seconds of silence,

slowly moved his lips, "You're pretty sharp."

Maja took it as a compliment. She started back to her seat when Patric said, "Geta glass of water."

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Maja paused, frowning, "You don't really think you're lan, do you?"

Patric paled, staring straight at her, "Then who the hell am I?"

It wasn't the first tMaja had said this to him. On Forbidden Island, when he had his breakdown, he remembered those

memories.

Maja always teased him, wondering if he actually thought he was lan. But what could he do? His memories were all he had.

Who was he, really? After all this twandering, he still couldn't answer that question.

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