My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 92

Christina

"I want to kill you for hiding my child from me," Logan roared, and I shut my eyes in terror.
I could feel his hot breath on my face, and my pulse throbbed like crazy against the pad of his finger on my throat.
"Death would be too easy a punishment for you, Christina. I want you to suffer with every breath you take," Logan snarled in my face.
Terrified of what he might do, I mustered all my courage and succeeded in saying, "I am sorry for hiding the truth. But you disappeared, and I had no way of contacting you."
"I disappeared? I disappeared?" Logan bellowed.
A terrified squeal escaped my mouth, and I pushed backward. The counter's edge dug into my back, and I tsked in pain.
"You sent men to kill me. They both beat me up near death and would have killed me if my father's men hadn't interfered," Logan growled, pressing his body against mine.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I never sent anyone after you, Logan. Why would I want to kill you?" I blurted out in frustration.
"I don't care what you say. I only know one thing, and that is you betrayed and tried to kill me. As if that wasn't enough, you hid my son's existence from me," he thundered, tightening his hold around my throat in a painful grip.
I gasped from the pain and scratched his hand to loosen his grip, but to no avail.
"I told you I didn't have any way of contacting you," my voice wavered from the fear that crept into my whole being.
"What about when I came back into your life? What about all those times you lied to me about Aiden's father?" He demanded with maddened fury.
"You never wanted kids in the first place," I reminded, "What about your girlfriend and your unborn child?"
"That's not for you to decide, Christina. You took away three years of my son's life from me. I will take him away from you forever," Logan lashed out.
"No, please!!!" I exclaimed, horrified.
"That's the only punishment for your sins. You will have to suffer a life without your son," Logan smiled wickedly.
"Logan, please don't do this. I would die without Aiden," I pleaded in a panic.
I couldn't let Logan take away Aiden from me. I wouldn't be able to live without Aiden. He was the only source of happiness in my life, and losing him would be worse than dying.
"You deserve worse than death. I am showing you pity for being my son's mother," Logan spat.
Pity?
Did he even know the definition of pity? He was separating a child from his mother and was calling it pity. How could Logan be so heartless?
"Aiden won't be able to live without me," I sobbed as tears started to roll down my face.
Logan chuckled darkly, "Trust me, Christina, he would be alright. He won't be the only one to live without a parent," he taunted.
"Logan, please, I beg you. Don't take my child away from me," I begged him with joined hands.
"Your father stole my chance to have my father in my life. It's only fitting I stole your chance to be with your son," Logan glared at me with such hatred that a shiver traveled throughout my body.
What was he saying?
"Dad would never do something like that," I cried in disbelief.
Logan seethed in anger, "Your father was a heartless monster like you. Because of him, my Mom spent her life without the man she loved. Because of him, I lived the life of a bastard."
I didn't believe Logan for a second. Dad would never do such a thing. He was more fond of Logan than he was ever of me.
"Why would he separate you from your father?"
"When my Dad ended the partnership with your father, he took revenge on him by lying that my mother died giving birth to a still child," the vein on Logan's forehead throbbed so hard I was afraid it might explode.
Bile rose in my throat at Logan's revelation. Dad did the same to Mom. He took me away from her when she separated from him. He never let her meet me, even though she tried multiple times.
It might be Logan was right. Dad was ruthless when it came to what he wanted. He might have lied to Logan's father about them being dead to exact revenge on him.
I couldn't even imagine what pain his father might have gone through, knowing the woman he loved was dead along with his son. The regret he would have felt when he found out they were alive all along, and he didn't have any clue.
Marie had spent a lonely life and dedicated herself solely to Logan. She had never been with a man after Logan's father. Dad robbed her of her chance at happiness and hadn't even felt any remorse.
No matter how well he treated Logan and Marie, he committed the most heinous sin against them. Might be that was the reason my life was full of miseries. I was paying for the sins of my father.
God was punishing me for my father's transgressions, and I had no option but to suffer through it. But that cycle had to end somewhere. Dad took Logan away from his father, and Logan might take Aiden away from me. Someone needed to put a full stop to this vicious cycle.
"So it finally dawned on you what kind of monster your father was," Logan mocked at my prolonged silence.
He was right that I had finally realized my Dad was no less of a monster than Logan was.
"Please, Logan, don't do this. You hate my father for what he did to you. Then how can you do the same thing to Aiden?" I pleaded.
"Aiden will live with me. He is my son. Not with some son of a bitch who made his mother a housemaid," Logan ground his teeth in anger.
"You did worse with your child's mother. You made me your mistress. How would Aiden feel when he finds out the truth?" I questioned, staring into his eyes.
"Aiden will never find out anything. You won't be a part of his life. I won't even let your shadow anywhere around my son," he declared, making my heart thud uncontrollably in my chest.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I didn't make any attempt to stop them. The thought of losing Aiden was enough to stop my breath. I didn't even doubt Logan would hesitate to take Aiden away from me.
"Please don't do this, Logan. He is too young, and he needs me," I dropped to my knees in front of him and placed my hands on his feet.
Logan stared down at me with hatred in his deep brown eyes. His features got harder with each passing second.
"I beg you, Logan. Please don't do this. Please don't take my child away from me. I will do whatever you ask of me, but please don't separate me from him," I begged in a broken voice, with tears flowing out of my eyes uncontrollably.
Hoping and praying Logan might show mercy to me, he pulled his feet from below my hands and took a step back. Logan bent and grabbed my arm. He pulled me to my feet with a jerk and dragged me out of the kitchen with him.
I was in complete shock and couldn't understand what was going on. Logan hauled me towards the elevator, and it was then I realized he was going to kick me out of his house.
I struggled to pull my arm from his hold, but his grip was like an iron band around my arm. I thrashed my arms, trying to grab something to hold and stop Logan from throwing me out of his penthouse.
In my desperate attempt, I grabbed the cloth on the chest of drawers in the foyer, and all the decoration pieces came crashing down on the floor as the cloth got pulled along with me.
"Logan, please stop," I cried out in despair.
He didn't pay any heed to me and kept pulling me along with him. I grabbed the doorway, and Logan halted with a jerk. He grabbed my hand with his free hand and tugged it away mercilessly.
A sob escaped my mouth as his fingers dug into my flesh roughly, "Logan, you can't do this," I protested.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want, Christina. You won't be a part of my son's life starting today," he hissed and punched the elevator button as we reached it.
"No, please don't," I cried, horrified.
Logan was serious about throwing me out of Aiden's life. I couldn't let him do that. It would break Aiden to be away from me. He was only three years old and wouldn't be able to live without me.
As the door opened, Logan stepped into the elevator, pulling me with him. I grasped the elevator doorway in a desperate attempt to stop him, but he slipped his hand in my hair and yanked me away from it.
I cried out aloud from the burning sensation in my scalp. Fresh tears seeped into my eyes, and I clawed at Logan's hand on my arm, but in vain. He didn't even wince when I dug my nails into his skin.
Logan pressed the button for the ground floor, and I turned to him in panic, "Stop this madness. You can't take my son away from me. I will report you to the authorities," I blurted out.
"You have signed a contract, Christina, and nothing you do or say in court will help you," Logan snapped.
The contract.
Oh, My God.
The contract he made me sign when I agreed to become his mistress. Logan told me a clause enabled him to take Aiden from me whenever he wanted.
He made me sign a contract which made me give up the rights over my son to him. I never imagined we would encounter a situation where Logan might use it against me.
I should have known better.
I should never have agreed to become his mistress. I should have taken Mom's advice and told him the truth. It was all my fault. I was about to lose my son because of my foolishness.
"Please show some mercy, at least towards your son. He won't live without me, Logan," I tried my last card.
He might forgive me for Aiden and let me stay because of him. My whole body shuddered violently from the terror that was gripping my heart.
What will I say to Mom?
She would never forgive me for my stupidity. How could I let this happen?
God, please help me.
If you are somewhere and you could hear me, please help me. Don't make my life harder than it was before. I can endure any punishment, but I couldn't even imagine living without my son.
I prayed to God to turn Logan's heart and fill it with mercy for me. But nothing happened. God didn't help me. It seemed jt was his way of punishing my father through me.
The elevator door opened, and Logan pushed me out of it with a jerk. I fell onto the floor from the impact. Before I could stand up and stop Logan from leaving me there, the elevator door closed in my face.

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