"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." He yelled glaring at me.

I couldn't help my tears. Why was he doing this?

"Honey, Hunter please listen-" I started but he just cut me off.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT." He said taking a threatening step toward me.

"You are so good." He said grabbing my arm harshly.

I lowered my gaze. "I gave you everything." He said coldly.

"And you go sleep around. And with my damn brother." He said which just made me angry.

"I did not cheat on you, Hunter," I said loudly. "If you could just listen to me," I pleaded as I cried harder.

"Get your ass out of my house now!" He said dangerously.

"Hunter, please," I said putting my hand on his arm. "Hunter, I'm pre-" He cut me off again.

"Just get your things and leave." He said walking away.

Stella's POV

"Mommy!" My four-year-old son yelled, running into my room.

I turned to look at him, and he covered his mouth with his hand before moving back a little and knocked on the door.

"Yes, baby?" I answered, and he walked in, closing the door. "Did you sleep well?" I asked, and he got on the bed before placing a hand on my cheek.

"Yes. Are we going to Sammy's birthday party?" He asked.

"Yes, baby. Is Laura here yet?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"Are we going to buy a gift for Sammy?

"Yeah. We are going to buy his gift before going to the party." I said, and he nodded as I pulled him into my arms. "You should know what he likes."

"It's time for you to take a shower now?"

He frowned but didn't say anything.

He hates showers, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have to take them.

"Mommy!" I heard Jason yell for the third time, and I smiled, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

Why is he so impatient?

"I'm coming!" I yelled back, pulling the red sundress I was wearing down.

"But you always say that." He said, making me laugh.

Get over it, little boy.

I looked at my reflection and sighed.

Well, they say apples don't fall far from the tree. Every day, I understand why they say that.

Flashback

"Ella!"

"I'm coming!" I yelled as I retouched my makeup a little.

"You said that minutes ago. We're going to be late!"

"Fashionably late." I smiled, straightening the baby blue dress I was wearing before walking out of the bedroom and toward the stairs.

Hunter smiled, and I reached down the stairs. "I hate waiting, but it's always worth it." He smiled, kissing me softly. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Mommy!" Jason whined loudly, and I sighed, grabbing my purse.

I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs.

Jason was sitting on the carpet watching Spongebob when I walked down.

"I'm ready. You need to learn about patience." I said, and he quickly stood up, walking toward me.

"Let's go! Let's go!" he said, taking my hand and walking toward the door.

"Mommy, what if we get him the little cat-like mine?" He asked.

"I don't know, sweety. You're the one making a choice." I said, smiling at him through the rearview.

I parked the car as we got in front of the store.

I quickly grabbed his hand, knowing he could just be running off if I let him.

"Mommy, I can go look." He said, trying to pull his hand out of mine as we walked into the store.

"Don't run, okay?" I said, and he nodded, walking in an aisle as I just looked at him.

Every time I look at my son, I can't help but think about him, my ex-husband. And I know I shouldn't.

But he looks so much like him--from the incredibly bad temper to their creative ways of getting out of trouble.

As soon as we got to the party? Jason directly went playing with the other kids while I went to the kitchen where Hannah, my best friend, was.

Sammy is Hannah's nephew. But she's taking care of him like he was her son. He stays with her most of the time because his parents are too busy to care for him. So she's like his second mom.

I don't understand Sammy's parents at all, but who am I to judge.

I still don't dare to call Jason's father to tell him about his son.

"Hey!" Hannah exclaimed as soon as she saw me.

"Hi." I smiled, taking a seat on one of the stools. "How are you?"

"Good. What about you? What's up?" she asked, taking some cookies from the oven.

"Nothing much. Just my business and my son." I said.

I opened a wedding dress shop three years ago with the help of an investor that used to work with my father when he was still alive. He helped me open it, and I started paying him back as soon as my business started going well.

He said he owed my father that much.

"Where's that husband of yours?" I asked, raising an eyebrow when I didn't see him anywhere.

"Somewhere with the kids. He loves them." She said, looking at him lovingly through the kitchen's window.

They have been married for two years now, and they are still trying to have a baby. They loved Sammy, of course, but Hannah always wanted a child of her own.

I wished things went differently for me. I wish his jealousy wouldn't have blinded Hunter.

"I know that look." I looked up, and Hannah looked at me, sighing.

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head. "I wasn't."

"Why don't you try and call him?" Hannah asked, knowing exactly what I was thinking about. "Jason is his son. I know you're scared, but your son is growing up and is asking more questions about him. Don't you think your son deserves to know who his father is?". She said, coming closer to me and taking my hand in hers.

"I know. I will call him. I need to find the courage." I said, looking at her. "I'll do it for Jason."

Throughout the ride home and while bathing Jason, all I could think about was Hunter.

I should call him. They need to know each other. Jason needs to know his father.

The only thing I told him was that his father and I were mad at each other but that it had nothing to do with him.

My boy is smart. I will not lie to him, but he is still too young to know what happened.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the doorbell ringing.

I wiped my tears and went to the door. I opened it, and my eyes widened in shock.

Well then, when you think of the devil, he appears.

"Missed me?" He said, making me look at him in shock.

WHAT was going on here?