Page 72 of Revenge
“That line is getting old. If there isn’t anything else, get out. I have work to do.”
“We’re a family. We need to be together. I need to be with my daughter.”
“Aisling will be living in this house upstairs. You can be with her anytime you want.”
“I’m not going to take this,” she tells me.
“My word is final.”
“I’ll leave with her.”
I stand and walk around the desk.
“You aren’t taking my daughter.” I’m a few feet from her.
“Baby, don’t be like this. We can finally be happy once she’s home.” She moves to touch me, and I grab her arm.
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
“You’ll regret this. I swear.”
“Don’t push me, Fiona.” I walk back to my chair.
“Please, baby. I love you.”
“Why do you continue to pester me?”
“That fucking whore and her bastard are gone. We’re your family.”
“Tread carefully, Fiona.”
She stomps her foot and leaves.
All our arguments end the same. John is working on the divorce, but it can’t come soon enough. It would have been already done if it weren’t for Aisling being in the hospital. My focus was Aisling. But she’s coming home, and there’s no sense staying married to Fiona.
Fiona is a spoiled, useless woman. I’ve never seen a woman I’m more disgusted by. She doesn’t care about Aisling, who should be the most important person in her life. Aisling is coming home, and instead of focusing on her, she’s focused on making my life a living hell. She might be Aisling’s mother, but she will never be her mom. There’s not a bone in her body that will ever sacrifice anything for her daughter. But it doesn’t matter because Aisling has me. Once all this mess is settled, I know she will have Ava too.
Because I’m bringing Ava and my son home.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ava
Time is flying. I can’t believe my due date is around the corner. I can’t wait to hold my son in my arms. Lately, I’ve found myself thinking of Viktor and wondering what he is going through.
Oliver told me Fiona gave birth shortly after I left and shared that there were some complications with Viktor’s daughter. I wanted to run to Viktor, be with him, comfort him. But I had to remind myself it wasn’t my place. His daughter has a mother, and Viktor can take care of himself and his daughter. As I stare out the window, I can’t help the tears.
“What’s wrong?” Max asks, holding out a cup of tea.
“Nothing, just thinking about my son.”
He sits beside me.
“Everything will be fine. You’ll see.”
“I hope so.” I look out the window.
“I thought you might want to take a walk. Distract yourself a little.”
