Daniel's POV.
I sat just in a corner of one of the luxurious bars I am used to visiting. I have perfectly ignored Juilet. Our marriage doesn't seem to be working even if we let go of the past and just blend into the present trying to work things out, it wouldn't stop flopping.
With a glass of wine cradling in my hands, the rich crimson liquid swirling gently pondering on the result of the meeting we had.
As usual Ethan wouldn't stop being a jerk.
The dim lighting cast long shadows with the atmosphere being thick even when I got my coat well draped on me.
I felt isolated in his thoughts staring into the darkness while dissolving in it as well.
My mind drifted to my previous day.
It all started from the moment Ethan blurted out about H.O.K being a mother....It was a successful aim in
