My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 85

Christina

"Mom, when can we visit Gran? I miss her," Aiden said, twisting his spoon into the mac and cheese on his plate.

"I will try to leave work early so we can see her tomorrow evening," I replied, stuffing a spoonful of mac and cheese into my mouth.

It was delicious. Logan's housekeeper was a good cook. She had timed the mac and cheese in the oven just in time for dinner. I wanted to finish eating so I could sleep early. It had been a long day, and I was almost exhausted.

I was nearing the end of my meal when Logan strolled inside the kitchen with a strange expression that I couldn't place. He pulled a chair at the counter beside Aiden, settled on it, and filled his plate with the mac and cheese.

"How's it going, Champ?" Logan asked Aiden, raising his hand for a hi-fi.

Aiden giggled and gave him a hi-fi, "Mom is taking me for a visit to Gran tomorrow."

"You love your Grandma, don't you?" He inquired.

"A lot," Aiden replied excitedly, "She is the best and was so fun when she wasn't ill."

Aiden's face fell at the reminder of Mom's illness. He was too attached to Mom. I wish Mom had more time on her hands and would have been with Aiden and me for a bit longer.

"What about your Dad? Do you miss not having him in your life?" Logan hadn't even touched his food. All his focus was on Aiden.

I glared at him at his inappropriate question. Why was he bringing up Aiden's father? Didn't he know how much Aiden longed for a father figure? How could Logan go to such an extent to hurt me that he didn't even care to harm a child?

"I wish he was with us. I don't even have his picture," Aiden's eyes had started filling with tears.

"Christina, you don't even have a picture of your ex?" Logan shifted his focus on me.

My mind got alerted. Why was Logan asking questions about Aiden's father? What did he want to find out? Or was it an attempt to create a ridge between Aiden and me?

"I had them, but they got misplaced when we moved from New York to Chicago," I lied.

"Wow," Logan whistled in mockery, "you didn't even bother to keep your son's father's photographs for him?"

I looked at Aiden with a jerk. He watched me with hurt and disappointment in his eyes. Aiden had always longed for his father, and after the poison Logan spewed to him, what would he think about me? That his mother was not responsible enough to keep his father's photographs somewhere safe. I wanted to slap Logan and curse him, but I couldn't do anything in Aiden's presence.

"What do you have to say about this champ?" Logan pulled his eyes from me and stared at Aiden with a questioning gaze.

"Don't bring him into this conversation," I hissed at Logan.

Logan smirked in a challenge, daring me to stop him from poisoning my child's mind.

"Did you lose all his photographs?" Aiden's voice was filled with hurt, which diverted my attention to him.

"No, baby. I might have some, but I don't remember where I kept them. I will check them when I go to our apartment," I lied to Aiden, praying that he would buy my lie and that the dreadful conversation would end there.

"Where did you say Nicholas and you met?" Logan shot another question at me.

I couldn't understand what was wrong with him or why he was suddenly behaving strangely. He had known about Aiden for almost a month and never asked such questions about his father.

Then what changed?

"You didn't answer me, Christina," Logan's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I didn't tell you anything about my meeting with Nicholas," I snapped.

"You didn't?" Logan stroked his chin.

I stayed silent in response, not in the mood to entertain his diabolical games. I was exhausted from all the modeling he made me do in those boutiques. And my anger at Logan was only draining me further.

"You two had a fling?" Logan continued with a devilish smile on his beautiful face, making me want to scratch that smug smile.

I glared at him for suggesting something like that before Aiden.

"Nicholas and I were in a relationship," I barked.

"When?" Logan arched his brow, "When did you two start dating? Aiden is a little more than three, right? So, did you see Nicholas and me at the same time?

My heart jumped into my throat. Where was the discussion headed? I stared at Logan in horror.

Did he know?

How?

"That's even low for your standards, Christina. Fucking two men at the same time. Trying to kill one while succeeding in killing the other," Logan's sharp words cut through my heart.

My eyes snapped to Aiden, who appeared perplexed, staring between Logan and me. I couldn't believe Logan just mentioned that word before Aiden. Didn't he think about the effect such words would have on Aiden? 

"Why aren't you answering me?" Logan demanded, "What's holding you back? If you didn't hesitate to play with the emotions of two men at the same time, why hesitate to admit it?" 

I would kill Logan. 

I had no idea what he had in mind, but I didn't want him to involve Aiden in his vendetta and poison his mind. 

"Just drop it, Logan," I gritted. 

"Why? He cocked his brow, fixing me with a death glare, "Why should I let it go?" 

"Because my life is none of your business," I spat. 

"It is my business when you fool me along with someone else," Logan shot back. 

"I have never two-timed anyone. You could think worse about me, but the fact remains the same. I loved only one man in my entire life, and it's y-" I screamed at the top of my lungs from the wave of pain that passed through my body at his accusation.

It wasn't words but an explosion. How could Logan accuse me of something like that in front of my son?

"Who?" Logan took me by surprise, and I realized what I had done.

"Th...that's not your concern," I lied, but my heart pounded when he gave me a deep stare as if looking through me.

"Who is Aiden's father, Christina? What's his full name?" he asked, rising from the bar stool.

I flinched at his domineering aura, slipped from the stool to the floor, and stepped back.

N..," I opened my mouth to say the name but couldn't push the lie out for some unknown reason.

"Did you forget his name already?"

"What kind of whore are you, Christina? Who doesn't even know the full name of her son's father," Logan taunted, then shifted his eyes to Aiden, "Do you know, Aiden, whores don't know the name of their child's father. Do you think your mom is one?"

Tears flooded Aiden's eyes, and he stared at me with a heartbroken expression that made my heart squeeze. 

"What does whore mean?" Aiden asked Logan. 

Something snapped inside me, and I swept the dishes from the counter to the floor. Aiden winced and began crying at my outburst.

"I know who my child's father is," I shrieked in agony and took a step toward Aiden to take him in my arms and console him, who wailed, terrified by our raised voices.

Logan beat me to it and pulled Aiden into his arms, "Enough of your excuses, Christina. If you know who Aiden's father is, then give us a name," Logan stated in an icy cold voice, "or accept you are a whore."

Rage simmered in my whole being at that word, and I shouted, "I am not a whore. I know who Aiden's father is...... it's you, Logan. You are the only man I have ever loved." 

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