Berkley's POV
I was so confused. My heart was so happy that he was home and trying to make things right, but my brain was saying no, just run. He is going to be nothing but heartache. I didn't want to hurt him when I left the bedroom and didn't stay the night in our bedroom. The look on his face when I grabbed my phone charger and my pillow and walked out of the room not trying to cry again. He looked like a little kid who had just lost his puppy.
I didn't sleep most of the night and when I did it was all dreams about Ace. One minute he was the sweetest most loving husband and the next he was drunk off his ass and yelling and screaming at me. I would wake up in a cold sweat when I dreamed about that one.
I waited until I knew he was gone for work. I heard him out in the kitchen ear
