CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

Jessica’s POV

“Get whatever you need and leave, I don’t want to see your face here ever again and yes the divorce papers will be sent to you by tomorrow, do sign them,” Clinton said as he held tighter onto Sophia’s waist.

“Divorce?”

“Yes, now get your stuff and leave,” he repeated.

“We can talk about it, I’m sure divorce is not a solution, we have a son.”

“Oh now she remembers,” it was Sophia who cut in, “now she remembers that she actually has a son, after how you’ve been mistreating him?”

“Stay out of it Sophia!” I yelled at Sophia.

“You lost him Jess, accept it and move on,” she snapped. Clinton was just standing frozen without saying a word.

“Clint, say something,” I pleaded.

“Like Clinton said, pack whatever you need and leave,” Sophia snapped in Clinton’s place.

“I’m not leaving my son,” I refused, “if I’m going I’m taking him with me.”

“You must be joking!” Clinton sounded angry.

“No I’m serious, he’s my son. I suffered to give birth to him, I’ll not just lose him,” I stood f