My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 68

Christina 

I felt a sudden constriction in my chest, and it got difficult for me to breathe. 

Someone had taken Aiden? 

Who could they be? 

Had they found me already? 

I held my head in my hands as I struggled to breathe. It couldn't be happening. I couldn't lose Aiden. He was the only thing I had. 

"Christina," Pol's panicked voice rang out from beside me, but my vision was enveloped in a haze, and I was unable to see her. 

"George, what's happening to her?" She cried out. 

It felt like someone placed a boulder on my chest and crushed it harder with each passing second. It got extremely difficult for me to breathe, and I began panting. 

"I think she is having a panic attack," George's voice was full of concern. 

I was able to hear them but couldn't respond to them. My tongue got heavy, and my throat went dry. 

"Christina, try to breathe," Pol rubbed my back. 

"I…I…ca…," I tried to say, but only incoherent words came out of my mouth. 

"George, do something," she shouted. 

I had no idea about what they continued to say as my chest began burning, and my heart raced so fast I was able to hear it in my ears. 

"Christina, listen to me. You need to calm down and take deep breaths. We will find Aiden, alright," George cupped my face and assured me in his calm soothing voice. 

I wanted to tell him that I failed Aiden. I couldn't give him a good life; I couldn't protect him. They took him and would hurt him to punish me. 

"No…no…..no…," I shouted, panicking George and Pol more than they already were. 

"Tina, calm down. Try taking deep breaths. You are a strong girl. We will get through this," George patted my cheek gently. 

I tried focusing on his features, but everything was blurred. The only thing that reached me was his voice, promising everything would be fine. 

"You need to be strong for Aiden. Come on, take deep breaths," George encouraged me, and I tried to calm myself. 

The burning in my chest began to lessen as I tried taking deep breaths. It was hard initially to pull air into my lungs, but it improved gradually. I could successfully breathe, and my heartbeat lowered, and then my heart started beating in a rhythm. George guided me through the attack with his soothing words, and I clung to him until I was able to breathe again normally. 

"You okay?" He inquired when my eyes focused on his face. 

"Better," I murmured. 

"You scared us, child," he stroked my hair with parental affection. 

"I am okay, Uncle George," I assured him as I tried hard to control my tears, and my voice broke, "how are we going to find Aiden?" 

They both remained silent in response.  I could feel my heart thudding against my ribcage. What if something happened to him? What if we couldn't get him back? 

"How will we get him back?"

"He would be so afraid. I don't know what they would do to him. What if they hurt him?" Tears fell from my eyes constantly. 

Aiden was only three and needed someone all the time. He would be so scared without me or Mom. Who would take care of him? Who would feed him? Who would put him to bed? Who would calm him when he cried?

"Oh God, my baby boy," I murmured in grief, "he needs me for everything." 

Tears filled my eyes, and my throat clogged from fear of what they might do to Aiden. 

"Christina, please try to hold yourself. You need to be strong for Aiden. If you want your son back, you will have to think of a way to get him back," Pol hugged me and rubbed my back in consolation. 

"How?" I cried out, "How can you expect me to be strong when someone has my son?" 

"We will get back, Aiden," George assured me. 

"We don't even know who took him. How are we even going to find him?" I demanded, rubbing my tears with the back of my hand. 

"We will do it no matter what it takes," George's voice was determined, and I could just wish I was as determined and confident as George. 

 "How?" 

 "I think we should go to the police," George replied. 

 Police??? 

Would it help to go to them, or would it harm us more? We had no idea who we were dealing with. If we go to the police, I must tell them all the truth. If word got out that the daughter of the late Duke of Clairings was living in the US, it would take no time for them to find me. 

"I agree with George. We should take the help of the police," Pol chided. 

"No," I blurted out. 

They both stared at me in astonishment, "I can't risk it. If the media got a whiff of this, it won't take any time for them to find me," I said. 

"But how would we find him without the help of the police?" Pol asked aghast. 

"I don't know, but why would someone want to kidnap Aiden?" Had Mom's warning come true about them using Aiden against me? 

Where was my boy? 

Who had taken him? 

Those questions hounded my thoughts, and I had no clue what I would do. 

Should I ask for help from his father? Would he help me? He was an influential man, and if he wanted, he could use his influence to get back Aiden.  

But why would he help me when he wasn't even aware of Aiden's existence, and I had been hiding the truth for the past four years? 

I regretted not telling him about Aiden, but what could I have done? I was scared for my life, for the life of my child. I had no idea whom to trust and whom to not. I only wanted to save my child from the people who would hurt him. 

"Christina, we shouldn't waste time. Every minute is important," George warned me. 

"I know, but I am not sure if it would be right to go to the police," I expressed my hesitation. 

"What other option do we have?" George inquired. 

He was right. We didn't have any other option. At least they weren't aware of the second option. 

"Come on, Christina, let's leave. If you don't come, I will register the complaint myself," he threatened, rising from the chair he was sitting on. 

"I think George is right. We shouldn't waste any more time and head to the police," Pol sided with her husband. 

I held my head in my hands. Not sure what to do. If I went to the police, there was a risk of everything coming out in the open. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to save Aiden. 

"Christina, can you risk losing Aiden?" George questioned. 

"I don't want to lose him," I shook my head and kept repeating. 

"Then we have to go to the police, now," George insisted. 

He was right. If we didn't take the help of the police, I would lose Aiden. It wouldn't matter if I were hiding or not. I risked everything for Aiden, and I couldn't risk losing him. 

I nodded at George, and my cell began ringing simultaneously. Picking it up from the coffee table, I glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. For a moment, I thought of declining the call, but my instincts made me receive it. 

"Hello," I said into the microphone. 

"We have your son," a gruff male voice echoed on the other end. 

My heart shrunk in my chest and expanded with such force that I was afraid it would explode.

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