Aimee’s POV
“I’m going to introduce myself to him, whether you like it or not,” he firmly utters. I glare at him.
“He is not ready!”
“What do you mean of ‘not ready’? He only has to meet me, Aimee! In fact, this meeting should not be done if you did not hide!”
“I did not hide! I told you I’ll leave!”
“You did not give me a chance—”
“Because you don’t deserve it!”
“I tried! We tried, Aimee. You know that! If you are thinking about my baby with Pearl, that happened right after we are slowly fixing things!”
I harshly slam my back to the chair and crosses my arms. I look out of the window to avoid my gaze at him. The sides of my eyes start stinging and the hot fluid of tears is forming in my lower lids, blurring my vision. I can’t handle this argument anymore. I just land in this cou
