You sit at the counter of your local bar, getting wasted with your friends. You're sobbing, telling the bartender about the time you accidentally killed a fish.

As you wiped your tears and looked around, you saw someone you never thought you'd see again: your ex-husband. He looked at you in shock, as if he was worried at your tear-stained face.

Maverick divorced you for a job opportunity. You decided you wouldn't even acknowledge that bitch.