As I tiptoed quietly into his room, my heart began thumping in my chest and tears prickled my eyes. It was so fucking ironic that it was after the death of my baby I was now able to see my first child more. When Rhysand decided to move us to the stupid house he bought in Ecrim Woods, his family, The Havilliards, old money and as powerful as it gets forbade me from taking Christain along with me. They said he had to be trained the exact way Rhysand was…to receive a strict elite education in the most prestigious school in the country. I could bet my right arm that all the generations of the Havilliard family received the same education in the same school. It was almost like a fucking ritual and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I fought hard to bring Christain along with us, but my in-laws, especially my mother-in-law, laughed at my face in her pompous nasal voice while informing me that marriage to her son and to the Havilliard family was the greatest blessing that could ever be bestowed upon me by my ancestors and I should be grateful I even was opportune to birth a heir for them.
So for a year, until a month ago when I moved back into this damned house, I was only allowed to see my Christain once a month and it hurt my heart how far apart we’d grown.
Christain barely even spoke to me.
As the tears pooled in my eyes, my shoulders began trembling and I curled by the foot of my son’s bed, knowing if I went and held him, he would scream and alert the family to my presence.
God it hurt. I wanted my baby. Why did you take him?
My arms cradled my belly as I sobbed.
Athena’s P.O.V
When my eyes drifted open, it was morning and a weird light was shining directly into my eyes. Bringing my hands to shield my eyes from the glare, I struggled to sit up, slightly disoriented with a sharp pain in my lower back.
The events of the previous night rushed back into my subconscious and a sigh rose to my lips. With a groan, I realized I’d smashed my phone into the wall. I needed to call my attorney to discuss the divorce’s progression this morning.
Another sigh rose to my lips and I stood up from the floor only to see that the bed was empty and freshly changed. Hmm, the maids must have prepared Christain for school without me.
I glanced at the wall clock and shook my head. It was barely six am. His routine was way too gruesome for a six-year-old.