Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2143

Tyler had long noticed how much Athena adored the little mole on the tip of his nose. The first time they'd been intimate, she'd kissed it, and every time since, her fingers would trail over it with such affection.

People have their quirks in bed-some like kissing on the lips, others on the neck. Perhaps Athena was unique in her attraction to men with moles on their noses.

A smug grin flashed across his face. Maybe his looks just happened to tick all her boxes.

"Do you really like it?" he asked, playful curiosity in his eyes.

"I do," Athena replied, her voice unwavering.

It wasn't the first time he'd asked, and she always answered the same way.

With that, Tyler playfully pinned her down, and what came next felt like second nature.

By the time they were done, it was the early hours of the morning. He kissed her softly on the lips before drifting off to sleep.

Athena picked up her phone and noticed a friend request from Bert. She accepted it.

The next morning, when she woke up, Tyler was already gone. She got up to make herself some breakfast, only to find she'd been added to a group chat by Bert. The conversation was buzzing.

"Seen guys act like lovesick puppies, but never a girl doing it this hard."

"What did you do to her, Tyler? Got her hooked on something?"

"Must be tricky, right? Sticking with one woman all the time. Aren't you bored yet? Especially you, Tyler-you never keep anyone around for more than three months."

"I swear, Athena's just desperate. She's not as pretty as the others and clings on for dear life."

"I'll bet a grand Tyler won't be tied down by her."

The chat was buzzing with bets when, suddenly, Athena was removed from the group.

Bert sent her a private message.

"Sorry, added you by mistake."

Bert was a bit anxious. He genuinely wanted to be friends with Athena but had indeed added her to the wrong group.

too

her phone, thought for a moment, and sent a simple

exhaled in relief. If she'd seen anything, she

finished eating, she noticed a new

article, feeling a wave of

to her bedroom. The room's decor matched the living room, save for a photo frame on her vanity. It held

broadly with

landing on the boy's

the past, he would always ask her, "Isn't

pressing

her fingertips tingle. When she

met with his

this mole means

hand back, feeling

But he, hand

us, would place her

sun-kissed,

t belongs to sw

wiping the frame

a gift from him, some from their childhood and some from when they

were childhood friends, neighbors from the moment they were

felt tears roll down her cheeks. But the sound of the door snapped her back, and

on her eyes,

"You've been crying?"

you weren't here. It made me a

bags down

new stuff-a Hermes bag from a partner. Use

and headed for the couch, he

quietly walked over, sitting beside him and massaging his

his eyes, his hand reaching to tousle

a

"Where to?"

"A retreat