My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 93

Christina 

"Logan, Logan, please wait. Don't leave me here," I cried desperately and sprang to my feet. 

"Aiden won't be able to live without me," I called out, but in vain. 

I pressed the elevator button again in anguish. I couldn't believe Logan just kicked me out of his life. He took Aiden away from me, and I only watched helplessly. The screen above the elevator displayed that it had reached the penthouse, but it didn't come down even as I pressed the button repeatedly.

Had he turned off the elevator?

The elevator was private, and Logan’s penthouse could only be accessed through it. Which meant he had complete control over it and had turned it off. I had no idea how I would go to his penthouse. 

Exhausted, I slumped to the ground in front of the elevator. I had no choice but to wait for Logan to turn it on again, which would be in the morning. I leaned against the elevator wall and closed my eyes. 

Aiden still suffered from nightmares at night and would only go back to sleep snuggled with me. Logan didn’t know about it. What if he left Aiden alone in our bedroom? Aiden would be terrified if he woke up and didn’t find me. 

What was I going to do?

I felt like someone had ripped out my heart from my chest and left a hole behind. The thought of Aiden having a nightmare and I not being present to console him made me restless. 

How could Logan throw me out of my son's life?

Only a heartless monster would take away a child from his mother. When had Logan turned into such a monster? He didn't even think about Aiden while he threw me out of his house. 

Aiden was too attached to me. Even though he had bonded well with Logan, it wasn't enough. Aiden would never be able to live without me. He was only three, for God’s sake, and Logan hadn't even cared how parting from me would affect him. 

I had never been able to overcome the loss of my mother and had always been lonely in my life. I didn’t want the same fate for my child. Even if Logan treated him better than how my father and grandmother treated me, Aiden would never be able to get over losing me. I knew it because I had been through it. 

Aiden was a genius and felt everything more intensely than ordinary people. He would never forget me because of his photographic memory. Logan didn’t know all that, and he had no idea about Aiden's trauma and nightmares. 

“Mam, you can’t sit here,” a male voice brought me out of my thoughts. 

Opening my eyes, I looked at the man who stood before me. It was Mark, the concierge. He stared down at me with his eyes filled with sympathy. 

“I can’t leave,” I said to him helplessly. 

“I am afraid but I can’t help you. The tenants in the building will have problems,” he replied in a guilty voice. 

I realized that Logan might have told Mark to get rid of me. I looked up at the camera above the elevator door. Was Logan watching me right then? I stared into the camera lens with tear-filled eyes. 

How much more would he hurt me? 

Couldn't he see that he had broken me beyond repair, and there was nothing left inside me to be broken by him? How ruthless could Logan be? My heart  bled and my tears wouldn't stop. I was nothing but a hurt and broken mess. Wasn’t the punishment enough for my sins? How much more did he want to hurt me? 

Mark’s cell began ringing, and he answered it immediately, pulling it out of his pocket, “No, you don’t need to inform the owner. I was about to make her leave. Please give me a few minutes. I am taking care of it.”