Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1629

Sarah stood in silence, her gaze fixated on the woman lying on the bed. Snippets of conversations she had overheard made it clear that the basement they were in was nothing short of formidable.

The construction crew had toiled for a month, but they still couldn’t crack the switch to this place.

A mocking smile flickered across Sarah’s lips. It seemed Summer had truly expended a lot of energy and resources to craft this cage.

So, Cynthia had spent her days here until the slow-acting poison was about to take effect? To struggle in this confined space, and to endure the presence of someone like Summer.

For a moment, Sarah couldn’t decide who had it worse - herself or Cynthia. Moreover, she couldn’t even ascertain which of them really was Cynthia.

Human experimentation at the research base was a breach of moral ethics. People like her, who were subjected to experiments against their will, struggled to find any meaning in their very existence.

She watched Maja holding Cynthia’s hand, weeping silently. That tear seemed to pierce through Sarah’s heart without making a sound.

But she couldn’t say anything, let alone reveal her true identity. Because even now, she wasn’t sure who she really was.

Maja was being led out of the basement, guided toward the outside world. The sky above was a clear blue. Ever since the city walls had been demolished by a bomb, one could stand here and see the vast sea stretching into the horizon.

Behind them, the construction crew was preparing to blow up the place, to bury it forever.

The fire spread quickly, with thick smoke billowing into the air. Maja stood at a distance, watching, but the scene before her seemed to split into a crevice, and then her world turned black.

She had fainted. When she came to, she was in the Sanders family residence. Gazing up at the familiar ceiling, she curled her hand slightly, hearing Beck still on the phone.

“What do you mean you've searched everywhere? How couldn’t you find him? I get it, an 8.1 magnitude earthquake, but what are you suggesting? That Ian could have been swallowed up by a fissure in the ground? Alive and not seen, dead without a trace, is that it? I don’t care, keep looking there; if not a month, then two, or even a year.”

Hearing his voice, Maja felt a pang in her head. She reached out a hand, attempting to call out, but her throat was hoarse.