Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1477

"Oliver, how the hell did the Porter family end up with a sicko like you who's into guys?" the man sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he cornered Oliver in the dimly lit room.

With Oliver unresponsive to his baiting, the man jabbed a finger into his chest, his voice taking on a menacing tone, "Imagine what would happen if the folks outside got wind of your preferences. Think they'd resist the urge to take you out, given how much they despise your kind?"

The unwritten laws of Forbidden Island were clear. people like Oliver, who went against the grain, were deemed worthless to society and were marked for death.

The elite of Forbidden Island had crafted these laws under the twisted notion that unions unable to bear children offered no fresh blood to their society, and therefore, were to be shunned and discarded.

Oliver leaned back, hands cradling his head, the picture of nonchalance.

"Yeah, yeah, I should be dead. Pity for you though, I'm still kicking. Keep barking from your cage, will ya?"

The man, quivering with rage, took a deep breath to compose himself.

"Grandpa's heard the news. He's on his way here, so you just wait!"

With those words, he threw a cursory nod towards Ian and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Now it was just Ian and Oliver.

Oliver's tone was laced with sarcasm.

"You really think that place called North America won't discriminate against people like me? That some countries there would actually support gay marriage?"

"It's true," Ian responded, his tone flat.

"Ian, I genuinely hope I can make it to that country you speak of alive."

Ian's brow furrowed slightly, his voice still soft.

"I won't let you die."

Oliver shifted to a more comfortable position.

"I hope so. I've never left Forbidden Island. We were always taught to believe it was the only country in the world."

Ian didn't reply. Instead, he straightened his black robe.

"I'm going out to snoop around for some information."

"Aren't you going to see your girl?"

"I am, but there's trouble brewing in Middle Island tonight. Her place got trashed."

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, but I lost her in the chaos, and now we've lost contact."

Maja's number had been left on a small screen, but the blackout that night wiped it clean. And now, with Ian in disguise, no one dared to question him.

He was still unaware of Maja's number, and his plan to see her that night fell through as her residence was reduced to rubble.