My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 103

Logan

I was busy meeting a client when Joan informed me Talia was there to see me and insisted I meet her immediately. Cursing myself for the current situation, I asked Joan to tell Talia to wait in my office.

When I left the conference room after the meeting ended, I wanted to head home. Seeing Christina anxious about her Mom's condition in the morning made me restless. I didn't know why, but her tears bothered me, and I wanted to take away all her pain.

Even after all these years and her betrayals, I couldn't stop caring about her. It hurt me twice as much whenever I hurt her. I hated Christina and wanted to hurt her and make her pay for everything she did to me. But there was a part of me that still yearned for her love and affection, and I loathed it a hundred times more than I could ever hate her.

Why couldn't I be indifferent to her?

Why couldn't I stop wanting her? Why did seeing tears in her eyes melt the ice around my heart? Why didn't hurting her give me the joy I expected?

Why the fuck was I so pathetic?

Even after she hid my son's existence from me for years, it unsettled me to see her worried about her mother. Why did I care even if her mother died?

That is what I wanted for Christina: to be lonely and broken. Then why couldn't I rejoice in her broken state? Why did seeing her heartbroken hurt me from the inside?

I entered my office and found Talia settled on the couch, waiting for me, "Why are you here, Talia? Even after I asked you to return to Paris?"

Talia stared at me with her green eyes filled with contempt, "And I told you I am not leaving until you kicked her out of your life," she retorted.

"That won't be happening, Talia. Christina is the mother of my child," I snapped.

"And me? What about me, Logan?" She pushed to her feet with a jerk.

"I told you how it would be," I replied coldly.

"Unbelievable!!!," Talia exclaimed, "Even after how she dumped and left you to die. You still want her?"

"I never stopped wanting her, Talia," I admitted firmly.

"Why?" She sounded astonished, "what's so special about her?" She strolled to me and grabbed the lapels of my jacket.

Only if I could understand what it was about Christina that I couldn't restrain myself even if I wanted to. All I wanted when around her was to bury myself inside her moist heat, and all I could think about in her absence was how and when I could be with her.

"You have no business being here. Just go back to Paris," I pulled her hands from my jacket and stepped back.

"She will leave you once she is done with you," Talia spat.

"She won't be leaving this time. I won't allow it," I hissed in determination.

No matter what happened, I would never let Christina slip from my grasp again. She wasn't just the woman I wanted. She was the mother of my child, and as long as I was alive, I wouldn't give up on Aiden; hence, there was no question of letting Christina go.

"She is playing with you, and once she has you where she wants you, she will break you again," Talia warned.

"I am not a naive twenty-five-year-old blinded by love. Christina will think a hundred times before she even thinks of betraying me this time," I growled in Talia's face.

"How can you say he is your son? What proof is there she isn't lying?" Talia questioned.

I need no proof to know that Aiden was my son. The connection and the strange pull I felt towards him was enough evidence that he was mine.