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.

forced a laugh. "Nothing, man. Just felt like drinking, that's

sat there,

swapping Tyler's glass for a cup of

as he asked, Tyler ducked his

was laughing—after all, people's shoulders shook when

only to see tears clinging

Fitch, look at this-he's actually

his

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

be family—Tyler had cut ties with the Bennitt family years ago

friendship, either; the

had were

l.ne

because Tyler had connections-and none of them

That little

still sat with his arms crossed, eyes

drink, but

yourself isn't going to win her back. Maybe you should spend less time with the bottle and more timè figuring out