Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Tyler's tone was unusually serious this time-no, not just serious. There was a trace of anger simmering beneath his words.

Bert, picking up on it, dropped the subject. Out of the corner of his eye, he snuck glances at Tyler, thinking that if Tyler could only see his own expression when he spoke like this, maybe he'd realize he looked like a kicked puppy-utterly abandoned and pitiful.

Tyler had spent another two years in the hospital, and whatever fever he'd had for life seemed to have cooled for good.

The moment he stepped out of the hospital and slid into the car, he fished out a cigarette and lit up.

He hadn't smoked for days; the craving had been driving him half mad.

Bert, behind the wheel, tried to lighten the mood. "You haven't gone out with us in ages. How about hitting the town tonight for a drink or two?"

"Not interested."

Tyler leaned against the window, cigarette between his fingers, watching the city blur past. Suddenly, he was struck by how pointless everything felt.

How did he get by before Athena came into his life? He couldn't remember anymore.

The aftermath of falling in love was a real punch to the gut. He was starting to regret his choices all over again.

He took a long drag, finishing the cigarette in a few deep pulls.

"I'm getting this mole removed," he announced.

Bert looked genuinely surprised, then burst out laughing.

"Since when did you start caring about stuff like that? Honestly, I think it suits you. I've overheard plenty of women talking-they love that little mark on your face."

like he was trying

taken off. I want her

who "her" was. Was Tyler really trying to make someone regret, or did he just want

another word, Bert hit the gas, deciding to humor

they pulled up outside,

through with

it, he regretted it,

words caught him off guard so badly that the cigarette slipped from his hand and fell

for years, and not once had he heard him talk like

Tyler never cared what women thought. If they didn't like him, he was glad -less drama, more freedom. He never let anyone get

But now...

dropped cigarette and knew

the car. "Forget it. Let's just go get a drink." "You not getting

"Nope."

drive him to do something so childish? It wasn't like him at

claimed she got into the entertainment business for

She did it

backward glance

should he

himself under the table while their friends teased him about turning over a new

kept glancing at his phone out

hadn't added him back.

anyone be so

eyes stung; he wanted nothing more than to storm over to