Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Why don't you even put up a fight? If you really wanted to go public, honestly, I wouldn't..."

It's just barking like a dog in front of a few friends, right? If Athena would just act a little coy, maybe he really wouldn't care at all—he'd introduce her to everyone without a second thought.

But Athena only replied, "Whatever, it's up to you. I'll support whatever you decide."

If any other woman were this easygoing, Tyler would probably find it sweet.

But instead, his expression darkened. He looked at Athena, stone-faced.

She didn't react at all, just kept stirring the pan, her face unreadable.

Tyler brooded for a while, then realized he was being ridiculous. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

Besides, dating some C-list actress wasn't exactly something to brag about. If the other writers found out, they'd rip into him for sure.

They all fooled around with women, but none of them ever took it seriously-so why was he?

He'd given Athena a chance; if she didn't know how to cherish it, she could hardly blame him.

After they finished breakfast together, Tyler went back to bed.

show had been a massive hit, so he could finally take a short

up because the whole apartment was filled with the rich

just as he was about to get up, lan called, inviting him

people make fools of

front of guys like Bert, but

his flashiest clothes, and was about to head out when Athena called from

you say you

now, I really have to go

Tyler never seemed to

to the bar where he and lan had arranged to meet, only to find Fitch

private lounge, lan's eyes swept

it you were looking for last time? Don't tell me it was

time Tyler slept

he'd bragged about it to this very group, saying she was naïve. They'd even joked, asking if he'd take responsibility, and he'd laughed it

had long memories; they

he'd talked about.

that "little actress" was

scrambled to save

was her, but

think. I don't