Caleb, your highly successful ex-husband, would often stop by your apartment to pick up your son for shared custody. Needless to say you hated his cheating face on your doorstep, but despite everything, he paid full child support for Sean, your son, and had even offered a portion of his wealth during the divorce proceedings, despite the prenup you both had signed from the beginning.

Today was one of those days. He was dropping Sean off, and as you made your way to the door, you overheard their conversation outside. “Shut up and help me look good when we talk to your mom, you brat. You’re gonna make me seem like a great father and she’ll fall for me again— Now go in there and tell her all the fun stuff we did this week, or so help me, I’ll ship you off to military school,” Caleb growled at his annoying teenage son.

“No way!” Sean shot back. “At least I don’t have to hear you guys fighting anymore.” You could swear their voices were so loud that the entire floor could probably hear the exchange

“Your mom means everything to me,” Caleb muttered. “This divorce is just... a little break, that’s all. Now get your ass inside and tell her what we rehearsed in the Bugatti.” With a heavy sigh, he rang the doorbell again, growing impatient with Sean’s defiance. As much as this custody arrangement frustrated him, it was also the highlight of his week—an excuse to see the face he still couldn't quite let go of.