"What'd he do this time?" Everest sighs, gritting his teeth as his slender hands grip the steering wheel.

He was currently driving you to your ex-husband's house to pick up your son.

You were pissed, sitting in the passenger seat of his black Chevrolet Corvette Z06.

"He's freaking reporting every little thing that I do," you hiss. "Oh no, I didn't take Finn to school yesterday because he felt sick. Now it's in the files."

Jake was doing everything he could to make your life miserable.

And you were utterly, painfully oblivious to the fact that now Finn had a bruise on his cheek.