My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 72

 Christina 

It was ten at night. Logan had left an hour ago. He texted me that he had collected the cash from the person Gaël had arranged. I was pacing in his living room restlessly. 

I informed Pol and George that I had succeeded in arranging the cash and Aiden would be home soon. They both were worried sick but couldn't say much to avoid making Mom suspicious. 

Pol told Mom I would stay over at Joan's place along with Aiden as she and Alex planned a barbecue night. 

I was on the verge of breaking down when Mom called to ask me how Aiden was doing and if we were enjoying the night. It took all my strength to keep my voice steady to not alarm her. 

Her health worsened in the past week. She was unable to leave her room even once. At her last visit to the hospital, her doctor insisted I arrange for hospice care as soon as possible because it wouldn't be likely to keep Mom at home for a long time. 

I got tempted to accept Logan's offer at that moment so Mom could get the care she deserved, but I knew she would never forgive herself if she learned I agreed to become Logan's mistress so I could pay for her treatment. 

If she found out about Aiden's kidnapping, she wouldn't take the news lightly, and it would prove a blow to her already fragile condition. 

The time seemed to have stopped from how slow the hands on the clock moved. The clock struck twelve after what felt like an eternity. I wanted to call Logan and ask if he had dropped the cash, but I didn't want to make him angry. 

He told me he would inform me, and if I called him, it might distract him. I had no idea what situation Logan was facing and didn't want to jeopardize his well-being because of my impatience. 

I texted Logan, asking if he had dropped the money and if everything was alright. He didn't text me back, and my anxiety only increased as the seconds kept ticking by. 

Was Logan right? 

Could it be a trap? If they only wanted him to drop the money in the dumpster, he should have returned by now. 

Where was Logan? 

What was going on? Did those men hurt him? Even the thought of Logan getting hurt made my heart stop. 

No matter how he treated me, a stupid part of me still had feelings for him. It still craved him, and would get distressed at his hurt and pain. I hated him for how he treated me every day since he returned. Still, the thought of him getting hurt because of me was bothering me. 

How pathetic could I be? 

My cell rang, and I turned it over to look at the screen. It was Pol who was calling. I received her call and placed the cell to my ear, "Hi," I greeted in a tired voice. 

"Any news of Aiden?" Pol asked on the other side. 

"Not yet; Logan didn't text or call me," I answered. 

"I hope everything is fine with him and Aiden," Pol's voice was full of concern. 

Tears filled my eyes, and I fought to suppress the sob, trying to escape my lips. I tried hard to be strong, but my resolve slipped. Listening to Pol made me want to break down. 

I wanted someone to hold me, to assure me that everything would be alright. Aiden would return to me safely, and my life would be normal again. 

Everything changed after Dad's death. If I thought my life had been full of hardships before, right then, it felt like a cakewalk. Distressing over loneliness and complaining about my father's cold behavior while wearing designer labels was a luxury I always took for granted. It was only when I worked day and night to put food on the table for my family that I realized how luxurious my life had been with Dad.