Xavier couldn’t sleep well that night without his dear Amira by his side. Hell, if he were to be honest, he had spent the night counting imaginary sheep. How was he to make her see reason? He didn’t know. In hindsight, after cooling down, he realized that he had overreacted. She hadn’t asked him choose her over his son after all. She had merely asked that Gena, his devil of an ex-wife, left the house.
Could he really blame her?
Had she asked that they house her ex husband or something of the sort, he was sure he would have blown a fuse - or two. And yet, she had tolerated the woman’s presence for an entire week. How could he have been so blind? In his fury, he had taken his ex-wife’s side instead of his wife’s. Even in his own book, that was in inadmissible.
He wanted to call her, bu
