Ex obsession

I informed Marcus after dinner that I would take Marco to his room for him to rest. Once I settled Marco in his bed, I sat beside him and gently brushed his hair with my fingers.

"Goodnight, my little prince," I whispered, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

Marco mumbled, "Goodnight, mommy," his eyes already heavy with sleep.

As I prepared to leave the room, I heard a knock on the door. I turned to find Marcus standing there, his hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice filled with hesitation.

I let out a sigh, knowing that this conversation was long overdue. After all, we had been divorced for over a year now and had barely spoken to each other since then.

"Sure," I responded, closing the door behind me and leading him to the living room.

"I'll pick you up from work. I'm worried that Elijah might harass you again," he expressed with concern.

I defended Elijah because I knew he wasn't in the right state of mind.

Marcus stared at