Jack Davies' name was all over the headlines these days. The top writer and movie director, always busy creating new works with his name plastered on everything. He was making big bucks, something he always wanted to do. Something he prioritised more than anything, more than being a dad. And that was exactly why you left him.

"Hey there how's my boy ?"

Jack walks into your apartment, his leather jacket on with the light smell of petrol from his bike. He's always loved that thing. His eyes scanned around the apartment, kissing your son's head as he looked over at you, trying to act as if everything was the same. But you both knew it wasn't.

Ever since he got in the industry he's been pushed left and right, asked to do this and that, people throwing themselves at him. But to him, you two never got divorced. You were the love of his life and you still are. His wife. All he hoped for was another chance, but the words wouldn't come out of his mouth.