My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 65

Christina 

Aiden asked me to stop dragging him away. He wanted his donuts, which I hadn't got the chance to pay for because of Logan's arrival. 

He began crying as I pushed him into the cab and then slammed the door behind me. 

Logan just learned about Aiden. Though his immediate reaction wasn't what I expected, it didn't mean he would let me off the hook easily. Logan would hound me to the end of my days for it. I was sure of that. 

My heart still beat so hard against my ribs that I was afraid it would break out of it. I had no idea where I found the strength to drag Aiden from there and leave. When all I felt was my legs would give up under the stress, I would stumble to the ground.

What would Logan's reaction be after he gets over the initial shock?  

Especially now when Aiden just told Logan his father's name. He wanted me as his mistress, but knowing I had a son, it might deter him off. Or so I could hope, but I wasn't sure about it. 

His girlfriend was pregnant, which meant he didn't despise being a father as much as before. 

"Mom, why did you run away from there?" Aiden asked when he was tired of crying. 

I looked at Aiden with guilt, clawing my heart. It was the first time I hadn't consoled him while he cried, and it was all because of Logan. My loathing for that man increased a notch because he made me feel like a terrible mother. 

"Aiden, how many times do I need to tell you we don't talk to strangers," I sighed. 

"But Logan said he was your friend," Aiden looked at me with a confused expression. 

He was too young for all of it. I wish I could protect him from all the harsh realities of my life, but it was impossible, especially when Logan had returned to my life. 

I pulled Aiden onto my lap, wiped the tears that were still on his face, and kissed his forehead, "We don't trust everything the strangers say," I murmured in a gentle voice. 

"Was he lying?" 

Aiden was a very inquisitive child, and I hated lying to him. I wasn't sure how to tell him what Logan said was not false but wasn't entirely true either. 

"Just promise me to stay away from strangers," I spread my hand before him. 

"But Logan isn't a stranger anymore. We have met so many times," he insisted stubbornly. 

I squeezed my eyelids together, trying to calm myself. There would be no use lashing out on Aiden. It would only push him away from me, and that was the last thing I wanted. Aiden was everything I had, and I couldn't even imagine hurting him. 

"Meeting someone a few times doesn't make them our friends," I opened my eyes and said calmly. 

"But I like him, Mom. Logan is good; he buys me donuts and ice creams, and he even bought me the Batman suit," Aiden replied stubbornly. 

My hands fisted on their own accord. I hated Logan a little more for creating a rift between Aiden and me. Never had Aiden acted like this with me before. He was a very obedient child by nature. 

"Just because he buys you things doesn't make him a good person. You need to be wary of unknown people who buy you stuff," I snapped at him, and he began crying again. 

"You are only saying this because Logan is rich, and you don't like it," Aiden accused while sobbing. 

I stared at him aghast. How come a three-year-old child accused me of something like that? I underestimated Aiden. He was more perceptive than I could have ever imagined.