Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Tyler finally let go, rolling his shoulders with a casual shrug. “Fine. Whatever you want.”

His words sounded light and breezy, as if he couldn't care less. If it weren't for the faint redness at the corner of his eyes, anyone would have believed he was truly indifferent.

But Athena didn't notice. She assumed he was just bored, a little sore from being dumped, his pride bruised and unwilling to let things go—so here he was, causing trouble again out of sheer stubbornness.

A man like Tyler? There was no way he could be sincere. And even if he was, Athena had zero interest in that kind of vulnerability.

Tyler stood outside the restaurant for a while, making no move to leave. He just watched as Athena hailed a cab and disappeared into the night.

Then he pulled out his phone and called lan, asking him out for drinks.

lan didn't hesitate—he showed up that same night. He brought Fitch along too, half-expecting the evening to end in some sort of disaster.

When the two of them walked into the private lounge, they found Tyler already several bottles deep.

"Tyler, what's going on here?" lan asked, eyeing the empty bottles.

Tyler looked up, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "Quit standing there gawking. Sit down, both of you. Nobody's leaving sober tonight.”

lan exchanged a glance with Fitch. This wasn't normal-who went out drinking alone just to wallow? "What's up with you?" lan pressed.

laugh. "Nothing, man. Just

said a word. He just sat there, as stiff and silent as a piece of

gathered up the bottles, swapping Tyler's glass for a cup of juice. "Cut the crap.

as he asked, Tyler ducked his

shoulders shook when they laughed, right? “What's so

toward him, only to see tears clinging to

Fitch, look at this-he's actually

wiped at his face,

was genuinely surprised. He leaned in, bending down to peer at Tyler's face.

cut ties with the Bennitt family years

wasn't friendship, either;

friends he had were sitting

l.ne

around because Tyler had connections-and none of them would ever

left love. That

his arms crossed, eyes quietly studying

another drink, but lan

this is about a girl, drowning yourself isn't going to win her back. Maybe you should spend less time