My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 78

Logan 

Christina was in my house. I couldn't believe it even when I watched her moving around my penthouse last night. She chose the guest room upstairs for her and Aiden. When I told her she could arrange Aiden's stuff in another bedroom, she informed me Aiden had nightmares since he got kidnapped, and she didn't want him to sleep alone. 

The experience had proved to be traumatic for the child. I was still struggling with my feelings for Aiden. I couldn't hate him, even though I wanted to. He was her son. Christina had gone ahead and gotten pregnant with some twats child. Although he was dead, I tried to kill him all over again for getting her pregnant. 

"Do you live alone in this house?" A small voice echoed from behind me. 

I turned and looked down in the direction of the voice and found Aiden standing before me in the kitchen. Pulling the coffee mug away from my mouth, I gave him a once-over. He was in his PJs, which meant he just woke up. 

"Good morning," I wished him, and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. 

"Good morning. I am sorry for not wishing you. Can you please not mention it to Mom?" He inquired, staring at me with those big chocolate-brown eyes. 

"Well, I might consider not telling your Mom about it if you promise to be on your best behavior while you live here?" 

"I promise that I won't misbehave," he promised immediately. 

"Good, are you hungry?" I asked. 

His stomach growled in reply, making me chuckle. Aiden passed me a sheepish smile, "I think I am starving." 

Aiden was asleep when Christina arrived there yesterday. She put him to sleep in the guest room upstairs and then carried the boxes scattered in the living room upstairs to their room. 

I thought of helping her as I watched her struggle to carry those boxes up the stairs, but I didn't. My driver had brought them earlier that evening and had asked me where he could place them. I asked him to leave them in the living room, as her living arrangements weren't finalized. 

"Do you have anything to eat here?" Aiden inquired. 

"Isn't your Mom awake?" I asked back. 

I had no intention of making breakfast for him. He wasn't my responsibility, and I had no desire to entertain the kid. The only reason I tolerated his presence was that I wanted his mother, as I had wanted nothing else in my life. 

The need to own and possess her was so fierce that I was afraid it would burn me from the inside out. That woman was the bane of my existence. Even after all those years, my wound was still fresh, and it wouldn't heal until I broke and destroyed Christina entirely. 

"She is still sleeping," he answered, "can't you make breakfast for me today?" Aiden suggested. 

I arched my brow at him. He wanted me to make breakfast for him. 

What the fuck? 

The kid was pretty smart for his age. From the way he stared at me expectantly, it was clear he had no intention to go and wake up his mother. It was Sunday, and Christina might have slept in late on the weekends. 

"I will wake up your mother," I was about to take a step toward the exit of the kitchen when he grabbed my hand. 

I felt a strange sensation at his touch. It felt soothing, and I couldn't understand why. 

"Mom must be tired from all the packing and unpacking she had to do yesterday," Aiden said, staring at me with hopeful eyes. 

"You were asleep last night. Who told you she unpacked?"