Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 2300

The forest was swarming with police officers, their search going on for days with no sign of Marlon. Some speculated he might have prepared an underground tunnel to escape, but finding such a secret passage in these vast woods was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Ian and Fitch arrived, anxious to gather any updates on Tyler's whereabouts. When they finally found him, Tyler was sitting on the ground, utterly spent. His shoes were so caked in mud it was impossible to tell their original color, and he was covered in dirt from head to toe.

"Tyler," Ian called out.

At first, Tyler didn't respond, lost in his own world of exhaustion. It wasn't until he heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching that he turned to see Ian and Fitch coming toward him.

Fitch took in Tyler's disheveled state with concern, though they had seen him in similar conditions before.

Ian took a deep breath, trying to maintain calm. "Still no sign of her? Don't lose hope yet."

Tyler forced a grim smile. How could he not be worried? Marlon was the kind of person who wouldn't let Athena go easily. She might already be buried somewhere, or waiting for an unlikely rescue. Maybe she didn't even want to be saved; perhaps she had been seeking an escape from this world all along.

He was here, desperately waiting for her return, praying for it, while she might have left this world without a second thought. Finally, he understood what Ian had once said about love—it's a game where one person is willing to give, and the other is willing to take.

The group continued the search, with Tyler stumbling several times, almost falling, but Ian and Fitch were there to catch him. Tyler seemed oblivious to his physical state, on the brink of dehydration, having only nibbled on some crackers without a sip of water.

Ian handed him a bottle of water. "Drink up. You're gonna pass out at this rate, and we need you on your feet if we're going to find her."

Tyler hesitated at first, but a wave of dizziness hit him, and he accepted the water, gulping it down. Ian watched with a pang of sympathy, remembering how Tyler used to mock him. He never imagined the day would come when Tyler, the once carefree soul, would fall so hard, perhaps unable to ever rise again.

After downing the water, Tyler marched on, unwilling to stop. Ian and Fitch had no choice but to keep pace with him.