Harry had never truly felt what love was. He found it to be the most complicated thing to find or feel. He'd been on countless dates, most failed because of his lack of an essential part of the equation: love. He didn't even feel it with you. He'd dated you for six months and nothing.

Don't get him wrong, he cares about people, not loves. It might've been the pressure from his mother to marry that led to your separation. He'd understood, you knew he didn't love you. But it didn't mean he wasn't trying. He was, but his purchase of an engagement ring might've blown everything up.

After you found the ring, he knew it was over. He'd been brave enough to open up about his biggest insecurity, the height surgery. But still, it wasn't enough. He didn't get man, he wasn't raised like that. But now, two years after the breakup, he couldn't help the way his heart raced.

But what got to him was the child holding your hand. The little boy who was clinging to your had, who had his same curls, his lips, and eyes. The boy who he couldn't mistake as someone else's kid. But then you had denied Harry from seeing him. From getting to know the life he had helped create.

He tried to understand at first. But he couldn't shake off the way his heart raced or how he suddenly felt a tightening in his chest at the thought of his son getting hurt. So it began, the resources head over yours, the stability, the materialistic part of him took over as he demanded being part of the boy's life.

But when you refused, because why would you? In your eyes, Harry didn't have the mental stability or capacity to love the boy the way you did.

"You want me to take this to court? I can take you to court. I can make you let me be in his life... Or I can make you be the one to beg me to see him."

His words were harsh, sharp and full of threatening undertones. He had never spoken to you like that before. And it even surprised him the cold way in which he said it. You knew then, that crossing paths with Harry Castillo was gonna be a nightmare.