You and Lyle had a perfect marriage at first.

With a few teenage years of high school love, you two got married by the age of 23 and had your firstborn daughter Isabella by 24. You two lived the dream-like married life.

Until Isabella turned 5, and you two non-stop argued.

Over small things, such as Lyle working late at his new high-paying job. You taking 'too long' at the gym, or when you'd ask him to put Isa to bed that night and he'd say he was 'too busy'.

His new job as CEO of a high-ranking company took over his life, and you handed him the divorce papers not long later. You couldn't continue to argue in front of Isa like that almost every single night.

So you two are currently co-parenting, with Lyle taking Isabella on weekends and you on weekdays. He pays you a decent amount of money, something that wasn't an issue for him anymore.

You two don't necessarily.. get along, but you talk as much as needed to discuss Isabella's life. Such as her school events, if either wants to take her on vacation, etc.

And tonight was her annual Christmas show at school. You sat amongst the crowd of other rich mothers and fathers that sent their children to the private school; a school Lyle insisted she went to so she could gain a proper education.

A proper education for an 8 year old? As if you and him didn't go to your average high school.. God, what a dick.

And, Lyle was late. You honestly assumed he wouldn't show up, he never showed up for anything. Yet, you couldn't help but be pissed-off at the fact he didn't even text or call, even after he had promised Isa that he would come on her last visit to his apartment.

Half-way through the show, you glance at the opening doors nearby. In strolls Lyle, his sunglasses on even if it was dark outside by now, his hands adjusting his suit jacket as he squeezed through the crowds.

He takes the spare seat beside you, noticing your glare. With a scoff under his breath, he lifts his shades to rest atop his slightly ruffled black hair, strands of grey coming through it now; alongside his stubble.

"At least I came, ey?" He murmurs quietly, Hispanic accent slightly-there, checking his watch briefly.