Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The trio had made it through security without a hitch. It wasn’t that Maja didn’t want to bring more people along, but access to the
Forbidden Island was limited to thrice a year, and only three individuals were allowed entry each time. The passes they had were
costly. And then there was that particularly distasteful rule. To prevent outsiders from banding together and disrupting the island’s
secretive operations, each person was knocked out upon entry. When they came to, they found themselves separated from their
companions. Maja had been well-informed of these details from the note Walter had slipped her, but the sight of the stone slab
inscribed with over a thousand words of rules still churned her stomach. For someone who had lived her entire life in modern
society, such practices were hard to swallow. Ian stood by her side, gently cupping her face. “Once we’re in there, don’t rush to
find me. Just take care of yourself first,” he said, his voice tinged with concern as his eyes drifted to Maja’s midsection. “I really
wish you’d reconsider and stay behind.” The place wasn’t fit for her, and there was no telling when one might get out once inside.
“I’ll be fine,” Maja replied, her expression serene as she handed over her weapon. “You too, watch your back.” Her gaze shifted
to Patric, a frown creasing her brow, “Are you sure it’s okay to bring him along? We could get separated.” “We need him,” Ian
said resolutely. Eric had provided the clues to find this island and likely knew more, but his lips were sealed due to Patric’s
presence. The guards couldn’t hide their surprise upon seeing Maja, their eyes lighting up before they shook their heads in
disbelief. “Well, it’s been years since a woman entered Forbidden Island. She was so pretty. I can’t imagine what she must’ve
done to have to hide out here.” To them, only someone with crimes heinous enough to warrant international pursuit would
willingly enter. After all, Forbidden Island was infamous for its asylums, which at one time were more numerous than the local
pubs, and even now, the asylums remain a dominant presence. Maja addressed the guard nearby, “The gas you use to knock us
out is not harmful to pregnant women, right?” The guard paused, then frowned, “You’re with child? What business do you have
inside? Take my word for it, and it’s no place for a woman, let alone an expectant mother.” “Is it harmful or not?” “It’s safe.” “Then
we’re good to go.” The three of them stepped into the pitch-black void, and soon enough, the world spun, and darkness took
them. When Maja’s eyes fluttered open again, she found herself amidst a sea of faces in hospital gowns, dappled sunlight

poking through. The island was massive, and she wasn’t even sure if she was on the outer, middle, or inner island. Finding Ian
and Patric immediately was out of the question. Fortunately, one thing that connected this place to the outside world was money.
The currency from the mainland was accepted, and credit cards could be swiped here too. But the island’s rulers seemed keen
on severing ties with the outside world, making devices like cell phones ridiculously expensive, costing an average person’s
annual salary. These gadgets were symbols of status, and yet, they couldn’t dial out to the outside world. Communication was
primarily through shouting or training pigeons. The internet was restricted, blocking news from the mainland. Thunder rumbled,
hinting at an impending downpour. Maja quickly purchased an umbrella from a nearby shop. As she stepped out, she noticed a
high school kid being bullied by his peers in uniform, who looked tough. Aside from communication, life here wasn’t much
different from the outside world. Without a second thought, Maja grabbed a mop from next to the shop and charged at the
bullies. “What’s the big idea? Picking on someone smaller than you?” The teens, nearly adults, scoffed at the sight of a woman
intervening. “Beat it, lady! This ain’t your fight.” A fist swung her way, which Maja dodged with ease, retaliating with a swift jab of

the mop handle to the attacker’s head. She found herself grateful for the training K had put her through, even with her eyes
closed back then. Handling a few brash teens was a piece of cake. The boys lay on the ground, wailing, looking at her as if she
were the devil incarnate. They scrambled to their feet and took off. Maja turned to the boy in the corner. He leaned silently
against the wall, giving her a fleeting glance before moving past her. She was surprised by his indifference. She had just helped
him, after all. Shouldn’t he be a bit more grateful? Passing by, she caught a whiff of medicinal herbs on him. Someone in his
family was seriously ill. Maja was new here and still ignorant of the island’s power dynamics, aside from the four major families
on the inner island. The boy wasn’t keen on interacting, and Maja didn’t want to invite trouble. She had done her bit for justice
and was ready to walk away when she caught sight of a cubic jellyfish tattoo on the nape of his neck. Her body tensed, and she
called out, “Wait.”The boy turned his head, giving her a quick glance. Maja Pennyfeather immediately beamed a smile, “So,
uh...” Before she could finish, she swooned and collapsed. Partly because she genuinely felt under the weather, and partly
because she couldn’t find the right moment to strike up a conversation with the lad. Her ploy was to feign weakness; if this boy
had any shred of decency, he’d escort her back home. To her surprise, after she fainted, the sound of footsteps grew fainter,

clearly indicating he’d left her there by herself. After about ten minutes, certain that the boy was out of sight, Maja slowly opened
her eyes. Darn it, she was new in town and clueless about how to find someone. She got to her feet and headed for the main
street. It looked pretty much like any other street in the outside world, save for the lack of cell service. After wandering for an
hour and feeling exhausted, she plopped down outside a bustling diner. “How can I help you?” The voice of the server straddled
the line between youthful and mature. Looking up, sure enough, it was the same unhelpful rascal from before. Quentin Gellar
recognized her too but remained expressionless as he handed her the menu. On her way here, Maja had noticed that none of
the passersby bore the distinctive jellyfish tattoo, only this high schooler did. Could he also be part of the BK? She even began to
suspect she’d stumbled into BK’s den. The most dangerous place is often the safest – could Lillian be hiding right under BK’s
nose? With this suspicion also came unease. BK was a tough nut to crack, and if they found out she was on their turf, wouldn’t
she be like a sitting duck? Quentin, noting her hesitation to order, stood there, silent and upright. Maja, snapping out of her
thoughts, randomly ticked off a few items on the menu. “You won’t be able to finish all that; servings here are generous, two will
be plenty.” The kid finally seemed willing to chat a bit. She met his gaze, “Kid, I kinda did you a solid back there. I pass out, and
you just walk away?” Quentin glanced at the menu, “Anything else?” Maja frowned, this kid looked no older than
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seventeen or eighteen and was proving tough to communicate with. She flashed a smile, leaning back in her seat, “You should
order something to eat, join me.” “I’m working.” “Call your boss over, I’ll pay for your time.” It was said in jest, intending to coax a
few more words out of Quentin. To her surprise, he actually summoned the owner. Upon hearing Maja was willing to shell out a
grand, the owner practically shoved Quentin into the seat opposite her. “Make sure the lady’s happy, you hear me?” That’s when
Maja realized she was likely in Outer Island, the lowest rung of Forbidden Island, a place teeming with poverty. Splurging like this
was unheard of here. What about Ian and Patric? Where were they holed up? Quentin sat down opposite her, casually grabbed
some forks, and dug in. Maja could tell he was strapped for cash, and probably hadn’t had a decent meal in days. Yet, he ate
with a measured calm. “What’s your name?” “Quentin. Six feet tall, O positive, 17 years old.” “That tattoo on the back of your
neck, does it mean anything?” Quentin’s hand paused, his eyes narrowing. Maja pressed on, “How much would you want to spill
the beans?” He hesitated for a few seconds, sizing her up, probably gauging how much she could afford. She didn’t press
further, waiting for him to name his price. He kept his cool, eating until full, then reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth, “How
much can you offer?” “I can match whatever you ask.” At this, Quentin looked down, stood up, fetched some takeout containers,
packed up the leftovers, and headed towards an alleyway. Maja followed suit; after all, she’d bought his time for the day.