It’s manageable.
However, what’s not…is my ex-fiancé, Laura, standing there in front of me now like a ghost from hell.
11
MICAH
“What the fuckare you doing here, Laura?”
The amount of anger and confusion that’s resting in my chest is giving me severe anxiety.
I never thought I’d ever lay eyes on her again, and here I am looking at those same hazel eyes and blonde hair.
I hate that she looks the same.
I hate that she appears well and that she doesn’t have some sort of visible issue. That she’s lived the last five plus years with no issues, no hardships, nothing to carry around with her but a fulfilled life.
“I came to see you…and Heath.”
“No.”
The answer to that is final.
We’re not doing this shit.
She’s not going to waltz into our lives and fuck it up. Not when my son is doing fine, and I’m moving on finally.
Finally.
After too many years of just not wanting to deal with another broken heart, and when I finally found someone worth risking that over, she’s back.
Fucking up my life again.
“Micah—”
“Gofuckyourself,” I leer, my fingers balling into fists. “You have some balls to seek me out and think I’m going to allow you to see my son.”
Her face skews a bit as if at a total loss of why I would feel this way. I can’t stand to look at her, but I don’t want to appear as though I can’t.
Her lips, the ones I loved to kiss, press firmly together, and she’s thinking about plan B on what to do now.
She couldn’t believe I’d give her an easy in. Laura isn’t that fucking stupid.
We dated for years, so my thought process is pretty ingrained in her head. The betrayal that she left me with isn’t something that is ever going to leave me.
“I understand that you’re upset,” she starts, and I roll my eyes because that’s the understatement of the millennium. “But I’ve changed.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
“And I want a relationship with my kid,” she clips out, her entitlement now starting to shine through.
“Why?” I press back, happy that I decided to move us outside because there would be less chance of any scene that is caused out here right now to not be seen. “Did you find someone you’re in love with, Laura, so you have to look like Mother of the Year now?”
“Yes…I did.”
That shouldn’t make my stomach twist.
It shouldn’t do anything, actually, but the thought that she’s happy with someone else makes me even more pissed.
