My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce

ack to the messages, to Jordan's words, to the way Sebastian had hesitated instead of giving me a clear ans

ad out, my phone buzzed w

me the

a cold command. Like I was n

ken to me like this before-not with such disrespect and defia

mehow I swallowed back my emotions, grabbed the tab

ward, I heard the clicking of sharp heels against the tile. I barely had t

back. A burning sensation crept across my skin, and my finge

in-law. Meanwhile, Jordan's gaze darted between us, his small fingers clutchi

er eyes blazing with fury. "You can

e was treating me. I glanced at Jordan, who was sitting up in

to witness it at all. So, I stepped forward, took the tablet from my bag, and handed it to him. It was a futile attempt

when you let my grandson end up in a hospital bed!" She turned to Jordan, her expression twistin

ly hurt my son. You know that. I am his mothe

should have taken better care of him from the start. Why did you let the si

dy breath. "T

"Enough? Oh no, we're just getting sta

? That was when my patience snapped. "Joey is the reason Jordan is in this hospital,"

out for ice cream, despite knowing he has a sensi

oiling to strike, she leaned in. "And whose fault is

born, you have been coddling him, smothering him, turning him into

inside m

g beside his crib when he cried from stomach pain. You weren't the one rushing h

s flared. "And look

d my fist

ked. "Ex

in front of my son. Either you leave on your own, or I'll make su

ed with rage. "Y

" I said

s flying over the screen. "Let's see

her voice turned sickly sweet. "Sebastian, dear, your wife is throwin

he other end. Then, fi

you to leave,

pression froze

said firmly. "I trust her. She mu

good to know that Sebastian was with me. Catherine st

r breath. "Stealing my son away.

n her heel and stormed

d to me, his eyes burning with anger. There was something suspici

again. I frowned. "I d

ad ? He doesn't love you! Everyone knows it!" And

g to keep my emotions in che

oey said you were just a housewife who doesn't do anything.

ly. "I only want what's

ubbornly turned away from m

e break. Hearing such a t

see." My voice wavered, but I refuse to let hi

ow would he have known? It was all lies. Everything Sebastian said to me yesterday was a lie, and the ide

looked up, his sharp eyes locked onto mine. He exuded a

ice was low and deep a