Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Beck Sanders frowned, wondering why on earth she didn't get that her attitude was pushing him away. Couldn't she see that chasing after a measly 1% stake in the Sanders empire was a lost cause? Leaning back with a casual air, Stella Sanders propped her head on her hand. "Hey Beck, let me buy you a drink."

Beck offered a half-smile, eyeing the five bottles she'd just opened, playing the generous host to a bunch of happy suckers.

"Your drinks are a bit too rich for my blood."

But Stella waved over the bartender, ordering up the priciest cocktail on the menu.

"For anyone else, it's cash upfront, but for you, Beck, it's on the house."

Beck raised an eyebrow, surprised that Stella was actually willing to loosen the purse strings.

After taking a sip, he noticed Stella getting up, slightly tipsy.

"Beck, I'll be right back, just heading to the restroom."

Beck couldn't care less, pulling out his phone to check his messages.

Ten minutes later, he found himself surrounded by a group of angry men.

his girlfriend working as

decent guy, but using Elle like that... And

a guy like that, now that's a joke. Pay

us

I also dropped thousands. Elle really played us, funding her Rocky-faced boyfriend with our

man who'd been bragging about buying rounds earlier, his

up, Rocky-face, if you don't

off guard and increasingly irritated, Beck

t see through Elleet

scam. ols

"Out of my way."

he spoke, the men

them, Elle was an angel -

by

this mess. They were

himself, but the crowded bar limited his movements. Soon, he took a punch

no other choice, he called on the bouncers for