"Please....let's talk Phoenix," Ace insisted, this time he was pleading with me on his knees. My expression remained as hard as stone as I looked down at him for a change.
He brought this upon himself. He deserved every second of pain and anguish he was going through. I gave him the coldest look I could muster, cold enough to freeze the depths of hell, and met his eyes which were red and swollen, already wet with tears.
How pathetic.
"Ace, there's nothing we should talk about. You asked for a divorce and got Angela pregnant. So you should be responsible for your actions! You must be a good father to her unborn child, the kind of father you've never been to our dead daughter." I swallowed hard and clenched my fist at my side. The mention of our daughter brought up a lot of unpleasant memories. My chest ached painfully as I recalled each one of them.
