Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Athena liked him so much-and yet she'd actually slapped him.

Tyler pressed his hand to his cheek, feeling the sting where her palm had landed.

All the frustration and humiliation he'd bottled up suddenly welled over,

threatening to spill out as hot tears.

Athena watched as he nearly kicked the bedroom door off its hinges. Her expression turned even colder.

"Get out."

Not only had she hit him, now she wanted him gone.

He lashed out with his foot again, kicking the door harder this time. "I'm not going anywhere! I want to see what you're hiding in this master bedroom!"

Athena grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Tyler, are you out of your mind?"

Five red finger marks stood out on Tyler's cheek. Hearing her words, harsh and final, made him ache with more than just indignation; there was a sharp sadness too.

He hadn't agreed to break up. She was the one who'd said it was over, but in his mind, they were still together. They were still a couple.

Why shouldn't he be allowed in his girlfriend's bedroom? He'd come over so many times, and every single time, this door was locked tight. That only made him more curious.

Then there were the things Bert had said about how maybe Athena's feelings for him weren't real, about how maybe there was someone else. Tyler was terrified it could be true, that all the affection Athena had shown him was meant for another

man.

had chased him for so long. She'd followed him into the entertainment industry, made soup for him when he was sick, warmed his

move. Let me

the small beauty mark on Tyler's nose had faded, everything about

don't stop, get out. Or

believe she'd actually threaten to

his face going pale. But Athena didn't hesitate—she pulled out her phone and, right in front of him, began dialing

was serious, Tyler panicked. He

finally gave way with a

glare, he

matched the rest of the apartment. But on the vanity, a photograph caught

woman wrapped

faces glowing with youth and happiness.

a tiny, perfectly placed

photo album. Every page,

same man.

crazed as he tore open the closet, rummaging

and a

kept them all this time, stored away as if they were precious

up, Tyler went back to the bed and snatched up the album. He flipped through it, page by page, as if punishing

candid shot, each one brimming with secret adoration and careful