My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 74

Christina 

I didn't expect Logan to come inside the ICU. But there he was, standing beside the chair I was sitting on. 

"I have to leave," he informed me. 

My lips formed an 'O'. Logan was only there to inform me that he would leave and not for Aiden or me. It shouldn't hurt, but it did. What did I expect from him? He had been surprisingly kind to me that day, and I should be grateful for that instead of raising my expectations. 

I lost Logan all those years ago, and I wouldn't get him back. The only place for me in his life was of a mistress and nothing more, and everyone knew how much respect a mistress had in the eyes of her master. 

He only wanted me to be his mistress so he could degrade me further to satisfy his bruised ego. It wasn't because he had feelings for me and wanted me to be a part of his life. Logan was starting his family, and I wouldn't be a part of it. The only role I would play in his life would be of a homewrecker. 

"Christina?" Logan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. 

"Okay," I nodded. 

"You sure you will be okay?" He inquired in a hesitant tone. 

I noticed he was avoiding looking at Aiden, and there was even a flicker of concern in his eyes. 

"Yes, Logan, I have been through worse," I replied in a flat voice. 

It wasn't the first time I lost someone close. All through my life, I kept losing people who I cared about. But that pain was the most intense. Today, I almost lost my son, a part of me. My flesh and blood, and nothing would come close to it. Even though I assured Logan, I would break from the inside with each passing second. 

He nodded, then leaned over the bed until he hovered over Aiden, "Get well soon, champ," he stroked his hair. 

Logan then reached out and pulled Aiden's hand from mine, "I am sorry," he murmured, and my heart stopped. Logan continued, "I wish I could have rescued you earlier." 

Logan was about to drop his hand when Aiden's finger twitched. 

"Did you see it?" I blurted out. 

Logan stared at me with a confused expression, "His finger twitched," I pointed to Aiden's hand in Logan's hold, where his fingers moved slightly.

Logan stared at Aiden's moving fingers with a stunned expression. It hurt me that Aiden didn't react to anything I said to him in the past hour but responded to only a few words from Logan. 

How was it possible? Aiden reacted to Logan's voice and touch even though he met him only a few times and not mine, whom he had lived with since he was born. 

"Talk to him," I urged. 

Logan stared at me, perplexed. I was uncertain about my demand, but I wanted Aiden to wake up as soon as possible. 

"Wake up, baby boy, your Mom here misses you," he murmured after a few moments, stroking his thumb at the back of Aiden's hand. 

Aiden's eyelids fluttered as his fingers curled around Logan's forefinger. A sob escaped my lips, as for the first time in years, my eyes flooded with tears of happiness. The last time I held Aiden in my hands after my delivery. 

Leaning over Aiden, I stroked his cheek and placed my hand over Logan's with which he held Aiden's hand. Logan's eyes shot up to mine, but I didn't pull away. I was overwhelmed with emotions unsure about my actions. I needed an anchor to keep me grounded; otherwise, my heart would have exploded.