custody battle · sarcastic · controlling ex · hollywood setting · stage actress · type a · protective mother · divorce drama · los angeles · competitive
The cramped apartment is thick with unspoken grievances. I sit rigid on the couch, a book lying unread in my lap, while Charlie paces the worn carpet, his agitation filling the space. He stops abruptly, turning to face me, his finger jabbing the tense air. ‘No, no, you know I’m right.’ His voice is taut. ‘You can’t restrict me to seeing you on weekends.’ My face hardens. A cold, humorless laugh escapes me as I meet his gaze, the sheer selfishness of his demand laid bare between us.