Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Meanwhile, lan didn't forget his task―he started digging for information about Tyler and Athena.

But lately, just hearing Athena's name was enough to set Tyler off. He'd start chugging whiskey and slurring on about being "the stand-in" for someone else.

lan crouched beside him, handing over a glass of juice in an attempt at damage control.

"What do you mean, 'stand-in'? Athena's using you as a rebound?"

Whoa, this was juicier than he expected.

“Yeah! Athena is—she's honestly just a terrible person.” Tyler could only manage this weak insult, even now.

When he was sober, Tyler could tear Athena apart with his biting sarcasm, but once drunk, all his bravado dissolved. The truth was, he couldn't say a single cruel word to her, no matter how cold she'd become.

He knew he deserved it. If only he'd treated Athena better in the past—maybe, just maybe, she would have felt something for him. Maybe she wouldn't be so indifferent now.

While Tyler rambled on, lan quietly gathered all the details and messaged them to Maja.

Maja, who'd tried to play it cool, couldn't help but be intrigued. She was still surprised when she read that Tyler was the one being used.

After a long pause, she finally replied with just two words:

"Serves him right."

Everyone knew Tyler was a jerk. Back when they all went out for dinner, he never took women seriously— always flirting, never genuine.

trail of heartbreak, kept countless women up at night. It

day. She just hadn't expected it to come

Tyler drank more, he lost all control,

me, what does she even mean by this? Are you saying she

flat, words merciless. "And what

I look good, I... I...” Tyler's voice trailed

turning his head away

to intervene. "Come

At least throw him

flushed, barely aware

jab, "What's

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mean? Huh?

ar

you getting at?" s

go, man. There are plenty of fish in

line, once upon

mumbled, then curled up on the bench and passed

Tyler's phone and

met

from Tyler's

the screen.