Chapter 85

“I work!” he shouted, slamming his hand down on the side table, making aloud bang.

I laughed bitterly because he always blamed work. “Why didn’t you come and pick up DJ last night?” I asked, raising one eyebrow at him, letting him know that he’d been caught out.

He swallowed. “I was sick.”

I pointed to his phone in his hand. “Those photos took themselves then, huh? Or did you just feel like going out instead of being home with your son for the weekend? Boys night again was it?” I smirked at him as his jaw tightened, I could see him desperately scrambling to come up with some excuse as to why he was at the same bar as Jace last night when he told me he was sick with the flu.

“Don’t be such a bitch.”

I smiled at that. He was just going to change the subject so we’d argue about something else. That always used to be his tactic – diversion.

“You have no money so you can’t pay my child support, yet you can afford to go out drinking with friends when you’re suppo