Scarlett POV
I was right there on the couch next to Christina when she took the call. At first, she was chill, but the longer she talked to her son, the farther she scooted. By the end, she was standing up and wandering off into the other room as if she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.
When she finally came back into the living room, I was still sitting there with tears streaking down my face and that pathetic spark of hope in my eyes. She cleared her throat, obviously uncomfortable.
“Scarlett, honey… Jaxen’s a grown man. He’s got his own mind now, and I can’t control him. You’re his wife; you two need to work it out. No fight lasts past bedtime, right?”
The switch-up hit me like a slap. On the outside, I just nodded, but inside, I was reeling. Weren’t you supposed to rip him a n
