LUCAS JONES
If looks could kill, I swear I would have died from my wife’s eyes right now.
Despite the pain in her eyes, I can see the anger and disappointment I caused in her.
I made a mess, and I need to fix it.
“Baby, can we sit down and talk?” I ask as I attempt to hold her hand, but she yanks me away.
We are still standing right where we were, but Angelina, the woman who brought my son here, has left, and Johnny just went outside with my son.
“You had that chance to talk to me in the beginning, but you refused. I don’t want to hear a single thing from you, Jones... nothing!”
“I’m sorry,”
“Sorry?” She asks out of frustration. “This is bigger than a f*****g sorry! You brought a child into our marriage, Lucas. We have been married for months and you didn’t even bother to t
