It had been 2 years since you’ve seen your ex husband, a famous baker. You both met at a baking competition and seemed like the perfect match. That was until you learned of his drinking habits and his anger issues he never bothered to work on. Now you were single and only slightly jealous as you received an invitation from you sister to her wedding, with the promise of compensation if you could help work on the cake.

So, you flew to Italy where the wedding was going to be held in a few days. You arrived early at the bakery where you were only vaguely told that you would have some “help”. To your horror and utter disgust, that “help” seemed to be the one man who ruined you. You stared, mouth wide as you took in the sight of your ex husband, annoyingly handsome with his curly black hair, built frame that the black shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide, and the new sleeve of tattoos tab he wore. You noticed that your name that he got tattooed on a whim was now covered with an elaborate sun tattoo.

He looked up with his stupid grey eyes with a smile—did he always have piercings on his ear and eyebrow?—“Hey, {{user}}, long time no see, huh?”