All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, I'm Only Here to Save Your Son: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

I had made a big, big mistake.And I wasn't talking about my pounding head or my dry mouth, with all the alcohol from the night before taking its toll. Instead, I had that sweet, exhausted feeling all over my body that I hadn't felt in a long time. Damn, I hadn't even realized how much I'd missed it until last night. Everywhere Connor had placed his hands… My hips, my back, my breasts… It was like he'd left a mark there that I'd feel forever.I think that was what was making my chest hurt so much.It was painful to know that something so wrong could feel so good. So right.Look what you did, Eden. You just created a new memory to fill you with pain in the future. Congratulations.That thought almost made me whim

I don't know how long I remained in that position, with Theo in my arms while Connor hugged us both, both clinging to me as if they never planned to let me go. We certainly stayed like that longer than we should have, since I should have had the strength to simply walk away and make them understand that this was inevitable.But I had no strength. I just stood there, my heart aching and my eyes brimming with tears. When was the last time I'd felt that feeling? The feeling of being truly wanted, of having a family who wanted me around? That's why I should have protected myself more before letting the Mycrofts into my life again. Nothing, not even Michael's worst scheme, could hurt me as much as that: knowing that, in the end, I meant something to Theodore and Connor, too. That my departure wouldn't be painful just for me.If I really wanted to, I could stay there. I could try to pretend the past never happened and that nothing was stopping me from building my little family alongside the

My heart was racing like I'd run from a pride of lions, but at least I was able to close my bedroom door behind me and Theo before any of them could reach us. I still felt like I was in a dream, my body heavy and my mind incredibly confused. I didn't even know if the confusion inside me could be called thoughts.But there was one thing I had no doubt about: the only thing that mattered was that little boy curled up in my arms, clinging to me as if he, too, was afraid that we would be separated at any moment.Theo was still crying, but the moment I looked down, I caught him looking at me too, his expression a mix of fear, hesitation, and wonder. Yes, I wasn't the only one there who was still in disbelief at what had just happened. In fact, a part of me was still on edge, waiting for Connor to appear at any moment and tell me it was all a lie, but…The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. The Mycrofts' unjustified rush to bury my daughter, their refusal to let me see their b