Ashley
I clutched my chest, my eyes locked on him in disbelief. I fought hard to hide both my anger and shock because I still had to pretend I was Ashlyn in his eyes.
"You never once raised your voice at me," I said softly, masking the tremble in my voice. "I can't remember a single moment when you got mad at me. What happened to you, Marco?"
He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on our son. "You should be grateful I'm holding my child right now. If I weren’t, I might’ve done something I’d regret. If you want to work, then fine, do it. But you are never setting foot in my house again!"
My voice broke, panic setting in. "If I leave… I’m taking my son with me."
"Try me," he snapped coldly. "I’ll fight for custody. You don’t even know how to take care of him. So I’m warning you now
