Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

[Addison] Before I can ask Michael a single question, he hangs up, leaving me holding the phone and wondering what to do. Even though he stopped treating me like his mother months ago, technically, Jayson is still my son--which means I am still legally responsible for him even if his father refuses to be. And since we aren't officially divorced and have not made any custody arrangements, his care is still my concern at least on some level, although one would assume that moving his mistress into our home would negate that logic. Speaking of whom, where is she? Why isn't Evelyn there to pick him up? Also, Jayson's part-time nanny? Where are these people? Pressing redial, I wait for my scheming soon-to-be-ex husband to pick up the phone so that I can give him a piece of my mind. Not only am I NOT picking Jayson up, but I have no intention of doing anything to help Michael again, considering how he and Evelyn had no problem helping themselves to my money. It rings once. Twice. Three t

[Addison]It’s weird being back home. I bought this house with my own money and yet it doesn’t feel like home anymore. As we step into the living room which two months ago I had managed to escape on a broken ankle, Jayson rushes off laughing as Livy and I stand in the doorway. “Hello,” I call out, hoping Evelyn is around. “Anyone home.” There is no response. The only sound is Jayson’s tablet turning on in the other room, his headphones' volume up loud enough that I can hear which episode of his favorite ninja cartoon is playing. “Jayson!” I call out, “You haven’t earned tablet time. Turn that off and come downstairs.” Livy looks hesitantly at the sofa, her face twisted in confusion as she looks at dirty dishes left piled on a cushion. I don't blame her for her confusion. She's probably never seen a place this messy in her life. Her uncle's cleaning staff keeps everything shined and polished. "Do you need help, Auntie," she blinks up at me with her large hazel eyes. Picking up th

[Addison] Who is this child and what has he done with my sweet little angel? I thought I knew Jayson, that I understood him. I raised him for the last five years, from the time Michael found him in that dumpster at the age of one. But my little boy would never do something like this, something so malicious and calculating. “Jayson,” tugging at the cuff, I test it to see if it will let me go, like many toy cuffs will. But they don’t. I’m stuck tight. “Let Mama go, Jayson. This isn’t funny.” My son ignores me, pulling his tablet down from where I stored it, and opening it up. Pressing a button with Evelyn’s smiling face labeled “Mama,” he waits patiently for her to pick up the phone. She doesn’t reply, but I watch as he leaves her a video message. “Look Mama,” not Mama Evelyn, “I trapped her for you, just like you wanted. Let Daddy know, okay.” He flips the camera around to show them that I’m securely attached to the headboard of his bed. “Michael Stone, when I get free I’m

[Jayson]I knew it was important to keep Mama Evelyn's secret, even before I knew I should call her "Mama." That came later when she returned."Remember to keep my secret," Evelyn kissed my cheek giving me a special fairy stamp as I left the classroom. It shimmered in the light like real magic. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to take her home with me. But I had to say goodbye.When I got home, I tried to keep her secret, but I was excited about my day so I Told my mom we had a special substitute. "Her name was Ev..." I stopped myself, but then my mom kept asking questions. Annoying questions. "Who? Do I know her? Did she give you that stamp? What did she look like"The questions came so fast that I know I said too much. She didn't learn her real name, but the damage was already done. The next day, Miss Daphne was back and I knew why. I did it. It was all my fault. I told my mom too much and I was certain that was why my special friend was lost. That night, at dinner was so ma

[Addison]Finally unclenching my fist, I fiddle with the lock of the handcuff, using the key that I had fought so hard to claim from my willful, naughty son. Livy's in trouble. I can hear her screaming. His attack, which must have felt like it came out of nowhere, probably put her into one of her rages. Her autism makes it hard for her to transition from one task to the next, and any interruption can lead to at least a snappy reply or a grump or two.And that's with a warning. I doubt Jayson said, "Hey Livy, I'm going to hit you with a bat!" Not only that, but Livy was also reading about one of her favorite things. I can't even imagine the level of anger and upset she must be feeling right now, the emotional pain in addition to the physical pain of being battered by a larger kid. Somebody taught Jayson how to fight. Not just kid playground stuff, but real dirty adult fighting. Even with Livy's strength and intensity during one of her attacks, she doesn't stand a chance against my ve