Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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As dusk settled in, a courier delivered a letter to Maja's doorstep, a letter that mentioned the human experiments that had befallen

Sarah.

Maja, who had been the picture of calm, becutterly disheveled after reading the contents. She poured over each word,

starting to doubt her own grasp of the language. So, it wasn't just Patrick who was part of a successful experiment, but Sarah as

well?

Lillian's memories resided within Sarah's body, and now those memories were awakening? No wonder she always felt Sarah's gaze

upon her was fraught with complexity, as if there were a torrent of words waiting to burst forth, yet suppressed.

She rubbed her temples, suddenly recalling Lillian's body, laid to rest in the catacombs beneath Forbidden Island, now sealed away

forever, along with her.

Lillian was the one Maja had been searching for all these years, and to receive such news so abruptly left her unable to find her

composure.

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She tried to call Sarah, but the phone just rang unanswered. Unable to wait even a second, Maja reached out to Beck.

Beck had never set foot inside the research base and was clueless about what lan and others had encountered there. He only knew

of Sarah's brilliance, her creation of an antidote for his father, and her constant presence by his father's side.

But this time, with lan's incident, Sarah had traveled all the way from North America to Greenfield.

Silence enveloped Beck as he read the letter.

He and Dylan had mostly known the impostor Cynthia. They didn't know when their real mother had been swapped over. The fake

Cynthia had maintained a polite distance during her years among the Sanders family, never once having a heart-to-heart with her

sons.

Their visit to Forbidden Island and the encounter with the real Cynthia later had been heart-wrenching.

Just as they had cto terms with Cynthia's death, this revelation had sprung up. No wonder Sarah had kept this from them - she

was as tormented by her identity as Patrick was.

This was the cruelty of such experiments, the reason why human experimentation was banned - it was a flagrant violation of

fundamental human rights.

Beck didn't know what to say and rubbed his temples in frustration.

Dylan, on the other hand, seemed relatively composed; he had suspected something off about Sarah during his tat the

research base. Her subsequent care for the Sanders family had raised his suspicions, and now that they were confirmed, he found

himself quickly coming to terms with the truth.

If Sarah currently harbored Cynthia's memories, then she likely bore no malice towards Maja; perhaps she genuinely wanted to

help lan develop an antidote.

"Dylan, Beck, | can't reach Sarah on her phone. Could something have happened to her? And who sent us this letter? If it was

Bernard's doing, what's in it for him?"

Bernard was a man who never played by the book; with the fake lan still unaccounted for, who knew what he planned to do with

him.

Sitting on the couch, Maja mulled over it, her head a bit aching. Meanwhile, Fitch had purchased flowers and made his way to the

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cemetery.

Every year on this date, he visited Yvonne's grave.

Bernard had personally chosen the site for Yvonne's resting place. Their love had been profound, and upon her death, Bernard's

hair turned white overnight, aging him beyond his years.

Fitch laid the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and sighed as he looked at the photograph of the gentle woman.

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