My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 94

Christina

"Mam, you are not allowed inside the premises," Mark informed in a concerned voice.

"What do you mean I am not allowed?" I asked aghast.

"Mr. De La Roche removed your name from the visitor's list," he looked uncomfortable having this conversation.

I knew Mark didn't have anything against me, and he would have to listen to the residents of this building or lose his job. I was just astonished at what extent Logan might go to keep me away from Aiden.

"Mark, please, I need to see my son," I pleaded.

"I am sorry, mam, but I can't help you with this," he declined in a polite voice.

The voice of the elevator door closing grabbed my attention, and I realized that Wanda had left using my distraction, and I had no way of getting into the penthouse. The way Mark looked at me only proved he was expecting me to leave.

I walked out of the building and was going to settle on the stairs when Mark's voice sounded again, "I am afraid you are not allowed to wait here."

I turned to Mark in astonishment and saw him anxiously rubbing the nape of his neck with his hand. He had to follow the orders, despite his discomfort, or risk getting fired.

Mark could lose the job because of me, and it was the last thing I ever wanted to be a reason for someone else's misery. I already had too much baggage and didn't want to add more weight.

I left the building and started walking to the curb. As I passed the narrow alley beside the building, the things scattered around the dumpster caught my attention.
Horror washed over me at the sight in front of me. The dumpster brimmed with my clothes, and other items that couldn't fit inside were scattered around it.

My shock knew no bounds. Logan had thrown all my stuff in a dumpster? I ran towards it and looked through everything to search for my handbag and found it under a heap of clothes. I looked inside it for my cell phone, and thankfully, it was inside it with my ID and driving license. Logan had not even taken them out of my bag before throwing them.

What if I had not come here this morning, and someone else would have found my stuff? I didn't care about the clothes and other accessories, but my ID and driving license were crucial documents.

I looked around helplessly at my ruined clothes and other things. There was nothing left for me to save. Logan hadn't even waited for Wanda to arrive before getting rid of my belongings.

How deep did his hate run?

Did I even need to ask that question? Logan hated me more than anyone else in this world. And now I had given him a new reason to hate me. I pushed to my feet, holding my handbag, and walked to the curb to wait for Bertha.

She was the only source from whom I could know how Aiden was doing. Bertha arrived at seven o'clock, her usual time. The moment she noticed me, her expression turned to concern.

"What's going on, Ms. Williams?" She inquired bewilderedly, "Mr. De La Roche called me and said I was to ensure you stay away from Aiden and his house."

I felt like someone gutted me with a knife and left me to die a slow, painful death. Logan was leaving no stone unturned to make my life a complete hell. He was making sure to close down all paths that could lead me to Aiden.

"Bertha, can you please help me?" I inquired in a heavy voice.

Tears filled my eyes, and a lump formed in my throat. Never in my life had I imagined that a day would come when I would have to plead to everyone to let me see my own son.