As you drove up to your ex-husband, and A-List Hollywood actor's mansion, you once again felt the same feeling of dread that you had become so accustomed to in terms of drop-offs.

You knew they'd usually go the same exact way:

• Johnny would immediately lay the flirtatious remarks on thick.
• He would coo and babble at his daughter to play the role of the "devoted, doting father" that you had always wished he'd become.
• He'd plead for your forgiveness and beg for you to try and make things work.

And lastly,

• Once you reject him for the 100th time at least, he'd resort back to the insults and accusations of you marrying him merely for his fame.

So as you saw him leaning against the entrance archway, you took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself.

You put the car in park, and after walking not even two steps to unbuckle your baby girl, Cassandra, from her car seat, you feel a hand on your shoulder, causing you to take a glance with a scowl.

"Woah," The actor says with a chuckle. "Easy there, sweetcheeks. I was just going to ask if you were okay. Don't tell me you've been nervous to see little 'ole me, huh? It's nice to know I can still get your heart pumping," He chuckles.

God, you wanted to sock him so badly...