Weston feels a stab in his heart. He feels it scattering into pieces as he remembers his daughter's words: my new dad bought me a limited edition bag…He takes a step backward and turns to the cabman. “I'm sorry, I have to go.”Ivy's husband's laughter stops Weston from taking his first step forward. The laughter cut real deep. So deep because…because like hell, his daughter now loves this man. His daughter is probably going to live with this man for the rest of her childhood days and in the future, the only father his daughter will recognize is this damn man. And he? He'd be the bad father who left his daughter for another man to care for. “As expected, you're a coward with some crazy nerves,” Ivy's husband says. “Follow me. We've got a lot to discuss.” Weston reaches into his pocket to get a stick of cigarette. His hand touches the bubble gums he has there instead. He grabs one of them and tears the wrapper. He throws it in his mouth. It doesn

“Why? He wouldn't mind—”“He invited me there as his partner,” Weston says. “Is he…” Lorette gasps and covers her mouth with her palm.Weston nods. “So you can't come with me.” “This is your closet?” Lorette asks, already going to it. “Yeah. Why?” “Don't tell me you're going to see him with that damn flannel.” She drops a few shirts on the bed.“Does it matter? I don't think I remember anything Jose or Santiago wears even though we are close,” Weston protests. “This is different, Mr Weston.” “Seems you know a lot of men like him.”“If I don't, why am I a bad girl?”Weston chuckles. She finally picks a white shirt and white crazy jeans for him. “I'll turn my back to you. You can quickly change.”“Why not leave the room?” Weston asks, already taking off his flannel.“It's more awkward standing at the front of your door than turning my back to you.”