I screamed.

I screamed so high, it was exhausting.

I broke because the nanny I hired was Drew's cousin.

I shouted on the top of my lungs because it was all planned.

Everything is planned. I hate it.

Aven was sitting on the couch opposite of me, shaking. And I fought the urge to shatter every other untouched item in our house.

Fuck Hunter.

And Drew.

And his cousin.

"What's the deal?" He asked me, for the second time. Both of our thoughts failing to sync under anything.

"Stop my divorce with him, breakup with you," I recited the message they sent me.

"You can make him regret it," he said. I didn't look at him. "You can purposely make him hate you."

"He hates me already."

"No dad would do this to their son unless he's insane."

Silence.

"Hunter is insane, Aven."