The car was silent, save for Tyler's shaky breaths breaking the stillness every now and then.

Bert slipped out quietly, lighting a cigarette a little ways off and pacing in anxious circles, fingers raking through his hair. All of this was way beyond anything he could have imagined. Among their group, Tyler had always been the golden boy- the one everyone looked up to, the one who never let anything, least of all a woman, get under his skin. He was the kind of guy who, after a fling, could barely recall the woman's face the next morning.

That was Tyler—a classic heartbreaker, untouchable, always moving on.

So who was this man now, curled up and sobbing in the passenger seat?

Bert genuinely couldn't wrap his head around it. Was the power of a woman really this strong?

Half an hour crawled by. Tyler was still in the front seat, grief now mixed with humiliation—because Bert had seen him in pieces like this. Bert had seen everything, even the mess with Athena that ended with Tyler at the police station.

Tyler's cheeks burned with shame. He felt like every ounce of dignity he'd ever had had been stripped away today. If there were a crack in the ground, he would have gladly disappeared into it, never to face another soul.

After another ten minutes of restless misery, he finally opened the car door.

Bert was still off to the side, smoking. When he saw Tyler emerge, eyes swollen and red, he hurried over.

"Tyler, you okay?"

"Yeah." Tyler's voice was raw, hoarse from crying. His eyes were rimmed with red.

something comforting, but what could

Tyler paused, then turned back. "Don't tell

"You have my word. This


again.

eat something?" Bert called after

went straight to his room, flopped down on the bed, and didn't

following, but thought better of it and

figured Tyler would bounce back soon enough. But weeks passed,

take it anymore. He called, but Tyler didn't answer-his phone

The housekeeper told him Tyler had driven off two days prior

Was Tyler really in any shape to be driving around? Where would he

whereabouts. It was only after asking Elsa that he

found him

at odds with the sea

as long he could confirm Tyler was sa Tyler was his best friend-even if he was a

Bert's back. If fyler hadn't helped promote


in the

stood off to the side, chain-smoking, eyes fixed on Tyler, who just sat there staring at

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