Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Is this game really that much fun?" Tyler scoffed, watching Athena as she guided a little character through a puzzle on her tablet. “What's the point of controlling a tiny person and solving riddles in some make-believe world?"

He reached over and took Athena's hand, squeezing it in his own. "Come on, enough of this. Let's go out for some drinks-that's actually fun. Besides, didn't Doris ask if you wanted to get back into acting? If you come out with me, you'll get to meet some directors."

"Tyler, I really don't want to," Athena replied quietly.

She'd always been the reserved type. If she hadn't spent years stuck in the industry, she never would've forced herself into the spotlight.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Tyler's face. He couldn't shake the feeling that Athena didn't care for him as much as he hoped.

They'd spent the past week together-dining out, sharing showers, wandering through gardens. It was the most peaceful, domestic stretch of his life, but now it was starting to feel a little stale. Tyler craved excitement, the lively chaos he'd always loved, and he wished Athena would change a bit for him.

But she refused.

Tyler didn't press further. He leaned in, brushed a kiss across her cheek, and said, "I'm heading out to grab some drinks with Bert and the guys. I'll be back late."

"Okay," Athena murmured, already returning her attention to the tablet, lost in her puzzle game.

expression stayed stormy until he finally reached the private

in. "If you stayed home any longer, man, we'd have to start calling you

these guys. He immediately flashed the luxury watch on his

"Wait, is that the one

fast, didn't it? She never buys herself anything fancy, but didn't bat an

out a low whistle, unfastening the watch from Tyler's wrist to inspect it. "It's real, alright. Well, congrats, Mr. Bennitt. Looks like you've officially become a kept

laughing. "Get out of here, man. This isn't

to call

sincerity? Bert snorted. "You've changed Tyler mean

here, but are you actually

were trust fund brats, others self-made, but none of them would blink at dropping this kind of cash on a girl. Tyler himself, notorious for his bad-boy reputation, had made a fortune not just from scripts but also investments with lan

Women are just for fun. The bet

what are you

just grinned, unclasped

gave her a gentle shove toward Tyler. Sweetheart, go keep Mr Bennitt company tonight. The watch is