ANGEL'S POV
The cool of the evening wasn’t as planned with Adam Linn. This was supposed to be our twelfth year anniversary, a day meant for champagne, roses, and memories of how far we had come. But men being men, everything ended differently. We are divorced now, seven months and counting. So yes, this night was far from what I once dreamed.
Adam is still allowed into my house because he has parental rights to our son. Pete. Pete Linn is seven years old, a boy too young to understand the wreckage of his parents’ love, yet old enough to see the cracks. I know Adam loves him. I also know Adam is a pain in the butt. Always has been. But here’s the thing no one really wants to admit—Adam f***s good.
It was our hidden pattern, the dirty solution we both reached for whenever things became to
