My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 73

Christina 

  
"He is going to be fine, Christina," Logan assured me for the nth time. 

From the moment the doctor informed me that they tried everything in their power and now everything was in God's hands, something shattered inside me. The doctors gave him twenty-four hours, and if Aiden didn't wake up in that period, he would go into a coma. 

My tears didn't stop since that moment, and I lost hope with each passing second. 

What if he didn't wake up in the next twenty-four hours? The question hounded me, and I felt all strength leaving my body. 

"Why…..why…. did they kidnap him, and…. and…why not me?" My voice choked as I complained to no one for the thousandth time. 

"You need to be strong, Christina," Logan pulled my hand into his and squeezed it. 

We both sat on a bench outside the Intensive Care Unit. Logan didn't leave my side even for a second, which surprised me. 

"Thanks, Logan," my voice got heavy with emotions. 

I never imagined Logan would help save Aiden, and on top of that, he would stay and comfort me in during that tough time. 

Did I make a mistake hiding the truth from him? Logan needed to know why I did what I did all those years ago. But I couldn't forget the fact that his hate so blinded him that he wanted me to be his mistress even though he had a girlfriend who was pregnant with his child.

He stared into my eyes and then uttered, "I told you before I am not doing this for you."

Even if he wasn't doing it for me, it didn't change the fact that he gave up five million dollars to save my son. Though he hated me, he helped me get back Aiden, unlike Jonathan, who lusted after me and wanted to marry me but had refused to help me in the most challenging time of my life. 

"I know still I am grateful for whatever you did for Aiden," I replied. 

He shrugged and dropped my hand from his. A few minutes might have passed when Logan's cell began ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. 

Receiving the call, he placed the cell on his ear and spoke after an initial greeting, "What is it, Talia?" 

My senses got alerted by Talia's name. I didn't know why, but for the first time in my life, I felt an enormous amount of jealousy for a woman I had never even met. 

"Fucking Gaël," Logan cursed, "It's nothing serious. No, you don't need to worry." 

I watched Logan clench and unclench his fist as he listened to whatever Talia said on the other side. 

"Yes, I am absolutely fine," he halted, pursing his lips, then continued, "You don't need to come down here. I am telling you, Talia, it is nothing that concerns you. Besides, aren't you due soon?" 

Talia's sharp voice reached my ears, but I couldn't distinguish the words. I felt Logan stiffening at whatever she said, "Pardon me, but I didn't sign up for this. It was your decision, and it's not my fault if I forgot your due date." 

I was startled by his words. Logan didn't even know when his girlfriend was due. As far as I remember, he mentioned to that French heiress that Talia was due next month. 

What did he mean by he didn't sign for it? Didn't he want the child? What kind of relationship did they have if he was sleeping around with other women even though Talia was pregnant? 

"Even if it's okay to travel with an obstetrician on board, I don't want you here," Logan grumbled, "If you show up in Chicago, Talia, the first thing I will do is to fire Gaël. Did I make myself clear?"

Logan disconnected the call after Talia's reply, which I was sure would have been a 'yes.' Something was intimidating about Logan, which demanded submission. I had yet to see someone stand up to him throughout my entire life. 

He was treated like royalty at Royal English. Girls, as well as boys, obeyed him like Logan was a King and Royal English was his kingdom. 

"Is everything okay?" The question slipped my mouth before I could stop myself. 

"Yes," Logan replied, "Talia was just being her usual self. She could be a bit overbearing sometimes." 

I arched my brow at him, "You don't look very fond of her," I remarked, then regretted it. 

Logan's relationship with Talia was none of my concern.  

"I like her alright," Logan clipped, "but like all couples, we have differences." 

I could agree with that. The kind of man Logan was, I was sure he would have a lot of differences with his partner. 

"When is her due date?" I asked anxiously, not sure how he might react to my question. 

"It's her seventh month," Logan answered. 

"So you are okay with having kids?" 

"Talia has her ways of convincing," he gave a cryptic reply. 

I sighed and then stood up as I began feeling a sudden burning in my lungs. What was it about Talia that Logan agreed to have a child when he shut me down so bluntly when we discussed it? 

I always believed that he hated the idea of having kids, and now that revelation left me stunned. How did Talia convince him? I felt a sudden urge to meet the woman who had tied down Logan De La Roche. 

A nurse passed by, and I asked her if I could see Aiden. She replied that I could with the permission of the doctor in charge. I paced the hallway outside the ICU, waiting for the nurse to return.  

She came back after a few minutes and escorted me inside the ICU to Aiden. He lay motionless on the bed with all kinds of tubes and wires connected to his small body. The only sign of life in his body was his rising and falling chest. 

My gut wrenched at the sight, and tears stung my eyes. My baby was hurt and was fighting for his life. I reached out and stroked his hair gently. He didn't even stir as he usually did while asleep. 

I bit down on my lip, trying to control my scream. It was because of me that my child was suffering. I should never have brought him into our cruel world, given my circumstances. But I didn't have the strength to abort my pregnancy. The thought I was carrying a baby inside me had been the only hope in my grim situation. 

Settling on the edge of the bed beside him, I pulled his hand into mine, "I am so sorry," a tear rolled down my eyes, and a gulp formed in my throat, choking my words. 

Gulping down the lump, I fought to control my tears as they kept trickling down one after the other. 

I needed to be strong. 

"Aiden, please wake up. Your mom couldn't imagine her life without you. I need you by my side, my baby boy," I stroked his cheek as I kept murmuring to him. 

I had no idea how long I sat beside him, speaking to him and begging him to wake up and put me out of my misery. Aiden didn't respond to any of my pleas. It looked like he was angry at me and wanted nothing to do with me. 

It didn't come as a surprise. I was responsible for all the suffering in his life. If only I could gather strength and tell his father the truth, Aiden might have a chance at a much better life. But I was selfish, and I wanted Aiden all to myself. He was the only good thing in my life, and I wasn't ready to give him up. 

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.  I looked up, and my eyes met a pair of deep brown eyes. 

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