Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2135

His tone was indifferent, completely ignoring Athena's silent plea for help.

Athena felt paralyzed, as if she'd been hit with a stun gun. Before they walked in, he'd promised her he wouldn't offer her up as some kind of bargaining chip. Yet here they were, not even ten minutes in, and he'd conveniently forgotten his promise.

Before Athena could process what was happening, the director's greasy hand reached out, pulling her into an unwanted embrace.

"Last time I tried to get close, you slapped me. So, you're not as high and mighty as you pretend, just too good for my bed, huh?" he sneered, gripping her chin and moving in for a kiss.

Terrified, Athena turned her head away, but not before a heavy slap landed on her cheek. The sound echoed in the room, causing everyone to freeze.

Someone, worried about the tension between him and Tyler, quickly stepped in to defuse the situation.

"Come on, it's just a woman. And she's Tyler's guest, after all. Even when you're kicking a dog, you gotta consider its owner."

Realizing his mistake, the director turned to Tyler with an apologetic grin.

"Tyler, my bad. Got a little carried away. If you're upset, go ahead and smack the one in your lap to even the score. I've got plenty more where she came from."

a woman, director. Women are to be cherished, not slapped around.

started chatting

going to be sick as the director's hand crept further up her dress. She tried

a sinister tone, he whispered, "What's the matter? Want another slap? Being with someone like Mr. Bennitt, you should know

toward Tyler. But he was too busy feeding

washed over her as she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. The director,

bolted to her feet

expression turned icy. "Sorry about that. First time bringing her out didn't think she'd be such a handful. Let me go check on her before she

out, placing the blame on Athena's supposed

do with her," the director laughed, visibly relieved. "She

fun it is. Innocence has its charm, you know?" They all laughed, and the interruption was

inside, she splashed cold water on her face and stared at her disheveled reflection in the

felt like crying, but also wanted to laugh at the absurdity. If he

his heart, literally, and seeing him was the only thing that made her feel alive is freckle, so like the one he had, washer anchor. As long as she

face, she bent over the sink, dousing herself with