“You’re letting Alex care for our son?” I tried to keep her temper in, but I was so hurt and angry with Marlon that I couldn’t help myself.
Marlon sat at his desk in his study, wide-eyed, as I stood at the doorway with anger boiling out of me. How DARE he allow Alex to care for our child without consulting me about it first. I know I was only a dirtball slave to him, but I still mattered when it came to the decision-making of MY child.
I could feel tears burning in my eyes as I stared at his confused expression. He put down his pen and looked up at me as I stalked towards him.
“Alex will be fine. He knows he’d have to answer to me if any harm comes to Mateo,” Marlon tried to defend himself.
That wasn’t good enough for me.
“You should have told me first. You should have said somet
