Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

York’s brow furrowed as he took in the woman’s modest beauty, a flicker of interest igniting within him.

“Is this some new flame of yours, Beck? Get her out of here, this isn’t a place for her kind to run wild,”

York asserted with a dismissive wave of his hand, his voice dripping with derision. The Sanders family,

as Maja well knew, was no stranger to turmoil, yet she hadn’t anticipated York being so utterly

repellent. Her expression ice-cold, she produced two share transfer documents. “I’m the newly

appointed CEO of Sanders Enterprises. And I’ll echo your sentiment: this is not your playground,” she

retorted with frost in her voice. York’s smirk faltered as he registered the significance of the documents.

His face turned stone-cold, as if he could freeze someone with a glare. His chest heaved with barely

contained fury. “Dylan, Beck, you traitorous fools! Handing over Sanders’ shares to an outsider! When

Grandpa and Grandma come back, they’ll have your heads for this. Just you wait! Beck, you’ve really

lost it, encouraging your brother to hand over the company to a stranger, a backstabbing turncoat!”

Maja paid no heed to his ranting and instead turned to the nearby security guard. “Show them out.” The

guards looked instinctively to Beck for confirmation, but having worked for the Sanders family for years,

they knew better than to question a direct order. Without waiting for a response, they grabbed York,

one on each side. York could hardly believe it. When he finally reacted, he was already being escorted

out, his face a mask of humiliation. “You dare! You wench, do you have any idea who I am? Even if

Augus were awake, he’d show me respect!” Maja regarded him with detached coolness, enunciating

clearly, “Leave.” The word wasn’t spoken harshly, but York glimpsed a glint of lethal intent in her eyes

that chilled him to the core. Before he could react further, he was out the door. Back inside, the room

returned to its quiet state. Beck stood there, releasing a sigh of relief, before walking over to where

Augus lay. The downfall of Augus had set loose the demons and goblins of the Sanders family, all vying

for a piece of the pie, especially with Dylan gone. Beck’s hand trembled as he retrieved a photograph

from Augus’s palm. The photograph had been well hidden. Beck set it aside, just as Maja caught sight

of it. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she knew instantly that it was Lillian. Ian’s lips brushed her ear

softly as he whispered the truth. “Your biological mother is Lillian, as are Dylan and Beck’s. The current

Mrs. Sanders is Lillian’s twin sister. The specifics of what happened between them remains a mystery.

Augus has been investigating for years, but Arlene hasn’t slipped up. Your mother’s name isn’t Lillian.

Her real name is Cynthia.” Maja had sensed the truth, but the sight of the photograph still jolted her.

She felt no love for Augus, but her attachment to Lillian was profound. The photo showed Lillian

alongside Augus, and Maja felt a surge of kinship. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the

white-haired man before her. She attempted a smile and finally managed to say, “I’ll find the antidote

for you.” As she spoke, Augus’s eyes flickered open once more, only for a few seconds as if that was

all his strength would allow. Tears streamed down his face, more than just a single drop this time. Maja

reached for a tissue and gently wiped his tears away. With each stroke, her heart felt heavier. Augus

had searched for her for so many years, likely imagining countless reunions, but he surely never

envisioned this. Her hand clutched the tissue as she tucked the blanket around him. She had planned

to return to the underground fight club with Ian, but as they were about to leave, they were stopped by

someone waiting at the mansion’s entrance. “Beck, your grandparents want to see you. Mr. Sanders

has already gone over, and

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they’re expecting you as well,” the guard informed them. Beck’s face turned grim, and outside, the

ousted York waited, having sent over an elegiac couplet. “Keep it, Beck. It’s for your dad. Seeing how

Augus’s looking, I doubt he’ll last much longer. Thought I’d prepare ahead.” Beck was livid, but the

Sanders family had strict rules against infighting. York had a whole carload of elegiac couplets

delivered, just left outside the mansion. “Don’t say I didn’t care for you. These cost me a pretty penny.”

As he finished, his gaze shifted to Maja. Without hesitation, Maja turned on the garden hose and aimed

the powerful jet at York. The hose, meant for washing cars, blasted him, flattening his hair and

drenching his glasses. “You wench! Are you asking for trouble?” But before he could finish, his goons

were soaked as well, their wreaths in complete disarray. Maja kept the hose trained on them as York

scrambled into his car, his entourage following suit, leaving behind the mess of wreaths. Turning off the

water, Maja’s brows furrowed as she asked Beck, “Are you going to meet those old folks now?” He

nodded, a forced smile on his face. “York’s going to stir up more trouble. Grandpa and Grandma will

surely inquire about the shares. Dylan and I must explain.” Maja’s concern deepened at the thought of

the elderly couple causing trouble for Augus. If they were anything like the Raymonds’ Edith, known for

her meddling, Beck was in for a challenging ordeal ahead.