“That’s what every man says before some woman turns his life upside down.”
“Darko!” Chloe comes storming in, our son in her arms. “Darko! Come on! You need to be downstairs. We’re ready to cut the cake!”
“Got to go,” I tell Roland. “Chloe is throwing a birthday party for me.”
“Lucky bastard,” Roland says. “I didn’t get an invite.”
“I wouldn’t hold your breath on that. Chloe’s still not a fan.”
“She’ll come around. Tell her I’m the reason you’re together.”
“I am not going to do that, and it’s not true.”
I hang up on Roland and I head downstairs. Chloe and Miloje are waiting for me. My life is waiting for me.
The End