"You shouldn't be here, Damon," Jones was the first to break the silence, his tone icy, his eyes filled with barely concealed hostility.
Damon, cradling Brandon in his arms, just kept pacing, casually retorting, "Why shouldn't I be here? She's my ex-wife. It's only natural for us to meet as long as she's not married."
At the mention of 'not married', my heart sank.
As expected, Jones's face grew grim, and in the next moment, his gaze landed on me, filled with disbelief.
Did he think I was the one who told Damon?
"Damon, stop talking nonsense!" I couldn't help but interrupt him. I didn't want to be with Jones, but I couldn't admit that now.
"Nonsense? If you two aren't legally married, then you aren't husband and wife in my eyes," Damon's words were obviously meant to provoke Jones. He put Brandon into his stroller, then sank into the couch, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone, completely ignoring my protest.
