My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 96

Logan

Aiden greeted me in the foyer when I returned home. I lifted him and kissed his forehead, "How is my little champ doing?"

"Didn't Mom come with you?" He inquired, looking behind me over my shoulder.

"Your Mom won't be returning, Aiden," I replied.

Aiden had been asking for Christina from the moment he woke up in the morning. If not for Bertha, who distracted him, I might have lost it. I had no idea it would turn out to be so challenging to handle Aiden in Christina's absence.

"Did you send her away?" Aiden asked in disappointment. 

"She left on her own," I lied.

"You are lying. Mom will never do that," Aiden called out my lie without wasting a second.

"Aiden," I groaned in frustration.

Aiden began struggling in my arms, "I don't want to live here with you. I want to go back to Mom. You are a liar," he thrashed his tiny arms and legs, trying to get out of my hold.

His declaration was like a hard blow to my already exhausted mind. If I didn't handle Aiden carefully, he would hate me for the rest of his life. I thought he would be happy to have me in his life and wouldn't mind Christina's absence, but he proved me wrong.

"Why don't you and I go out and have a burger?" I tried to bribe him

Aiden was too attached to Christina, and it wouldn't be easy for him to live without her. But Aiden would need to live without his mother because I didn't want her in my son's life. She indeed held some magical powers. Christina bewitched Aiden the same way she bewitched me. Even a day without her felt like a millenium to me.

I struggled to get over her for years, and still, I hadn't succeeded in it. Even though I hated her, I still couldn't stop desiring her. I wanted to punish her for all the wrongs she and her family did toward me and Mom, but the sight of tears in her baby blue eyes bothered me more than it ever satisfied me.

Even though I tried hard to convince myself that I wasn't affected by her pain or misery, deep down, I got restless seeing her hurt. I didn't receive any pleasure from punishing her; instead, it pricked my heart like an unseen thorn.

I was fucking pathetic.

I couldn't even do the job of hating her properly. My undying need for her would outdo my hate, and I would succumb to the temptation.

"I don't want to eat anything. I want Mom," Aiden declared stubbornly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Your Mom isn't coming back, Aiden," I snapped, making Aiden freeze.

Fuck.

I needed to be careful around him and keep a check on my temper. Aiden was very sensitive, and if I wasn't cautious, I might hurt him.

"You are scaring the boy," Bertha's voice, full of resentment, collided with my eardrums.

I looked up to find her standing in the living room doorway. She marched towards me and pulled Aiden out of my arms, then pressed him to her chest.

"Shh, child, everything will be alright." she strode out of my sight with Aiden, and I came to my bedroom.

Not even a single day had passed, and Aiden already made it difficult for me. I was determined to keep her away from Aiden and not succumb to any of Christina's demands—the nerve of that woman to hide my son from me for three years.

Jesus Christ.

She hid my son from me for three years. I still couldn't wrap my head around the truth. It was unbelievable. I had been struggling since last night to accept the fact that Aiden was really my son. I had felt a strange connection to him since I met him, but I couldn't figure it.