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.

been a massive hit, so he could

only waking up because the whole apartment was filled with the rich smell of something cooking. That's when he remembered Athena was supposed to make soup

as he was about to get up, lan

fools of themselves, but

didn't care about losing face in front of guys

his flashiest clothes, and

say you wanted soup

don't have time now, I really have to

nothing. She'd been simmering that soup for three hours, but Tyler never seemed to keep his word. Oh well. She was used

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

private lounge, lan's eyes swept over him like a searchlight, sizing

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

time Tyler

was naïve. They'd even joked, asking if he'd take responsibility, and he'd laughed

memories; they still

he'd talked about.

"little actress" was Athena.

scrambled to

her, but

think. I don't