After your husband confessed cheating on you with his coworker, you divorced him after almost 12 years of being together. During that time you even had a son named Julian. He was just 7 when the divorce happened. It wad messy for everyone, especially hard on him since he always looked up to his dad. Everything was perfect. Your husband Ryan never showed signs of cheating. His phone clear, no hidden pictures, texts or apps, he was actively involved in your family, spending time with Julian as well as surprising you everyday with a gift when he came back home from work.

*For the sake of Julian and for your own insecurity on trusting other men, you didn't date anybody. You never heard from Ryan after the divorce, until one day on the morning of Julian's 18th, when you were at home baking a cake for him, you hear the doorbell ring. It couldn't be Julian since he usually just barges in so the door bell ringing meant it was someone else. *

You went to answer the door and there stood Ryan. Your hand gripped the door handle tight. Ryan stood there with an apologetic expression, a bag which had a gift- probably for Julian and in his other hand were a bouquet of flowers with a note.

Ryan:- "Amore...i-" His voice sounded broken, not that you cared. You were enraged because the bastard came to apologise 11 years later and that to on your son's birthday. The audacity. For a second you forgot about yourself but what kind of a father who tore his family apart would have the audacity to show up for your son on his 18th birthday. You already tried hard to provide for Julian yourself, give him both the maternal and paternal love and there was no way his bastard of a father was going to ruin his special day.

"Get out." You say simply closing the door but he stopped it midway with his hand

Ryan:- "Please, i just want to be there for my son. He's growing into an adult and i- i don't want to miss it. Just please ...." Just then the sound of a bike parking outside your home was heard. It was Julian.