I woke up late next morning and was instantly standing and going to the connected room. The sun had risen, hiding all the traces of darkness outside. The smell of fresh bread and butter wafted inside Jim's room. I closed the door behind me only to open it again.

Jim wasn't in the room.

Aaron must have something to do with it. I was sweating profusely and after checking the whole house including the garden and the washrooms. I asked Mr and Mrs. Butler but they didn't know anything.

At last I called Aaron. He picked up on the first ring.

" Hello Wife."

I frowned.

" You know my number. " I asked even though I knew the answer.

" You seriously think that while you sleep coddling my chest in a short black slip, I will just lay there waiting for your mobile to fly over to me from the guest room. " he said ," I took your number."

" Other than being a sanctimonious, rich, hypocritical bastard, you're also a thief. " I said exasperated.

" Thief? Sweetheart, stow away your claws, I didn't steal anything. I took it. Its one of my right as a husband."

Rights as a husband! Where were those rights when you slept with other women?

" I want my son back ! Right here! Right now. " I exclaimed.

" I will be back in another two hours. We are in the zoo with my Mom. "

Mom ..

The world stopped for a second. One person who hated me more than anything was Mrs. Cole. With her extravagant and ostentatious profile, one would never doubt her as a conventional person.

But she was.

" You are American. No Italian blood in you. You will spoil our blood. Your son would never be my grandson. You are a wench, Savannah Waters, nothing else. No one would respect you in my family."

And no one did. I never met Aaron's cousins or his half brothers. Even during our marriage, Aaron never talked of his family. When questioned, he got annoyed or changed the topic.

" Why are you so adamant about it? I said No, so No." He concluded with a harsh sound.

" I just want to meet.." He interrupted.

" I don't want to talk about this, not again. They don't want to meet your Jim or you. Get it in your fat brain."

With that memory in mind, my gut wrenched in pain, heart shriveled and blood got cold. I wanted to hurt him too just like he hurt me once but that vengeful part of me was smaller than the part that wanted to love him, too small.

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Matt called late in the noon, " That scoundrel. Should I come?"

" And give him another chance to call me a two timer?" I asked and I could sense his grimace.

" No, Savvy. I am sorry about that. I ... I should have told you before. " I smiled in sadness.

" It wasn't your fault, Matt. "

He sighed over the phone.

" So what's the plan?" He asked resigned.

" I will prove in court that he is a incompetent father, that he is in a affair with another... another woman. I will ...I" my breath hitched, tears made my eyes heavy then making my vision blurred, they flowed.

" You will file for a divorce. " he completed.

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Jim and Aaron came early evening, their two hours became four then five. I was worried out of my mind and to make matters worse,  Aaron told me that he is going to do it again and again till he gets to know his son. Mrs. Cole smiled in concurrence.

She hated me when Jim was born. Never came to our little home because she thought of Jim as half blood.

" I won't let you do that , you understand Mr. Cole?If you don't, then hell if I care. Jim is just three and some months old. He can't be outside for such long durations. As for getting to know your Son, you would never know him completely. Never. You missed the best and most important three years of your son's life, he would never ever love you more than he loves me or Matt or Mr and Mrs. Butler for that matter!" With that I turned to go.

Only to come short when a hand tightened on my wrist and made me turn.

" Take your words back." Aaron was looking menacing. For a second, I thought he would raise his hand but I knew him better.

His words broke more hearts than his slaps.

I smiled, only teeth no emotions.

" Never,Arse .." Suddenly, we were going to our room, him forcing me and too shocked to resist, I went.

He closed the door behind me and locked it through a card.

" I have to talk to Jim." I started towards the door.

He kept looking at me as if he had never seen me before. Then he spoke,

" Jim will be fine with Mom."

" If only you knew your Mom. " his eyes narrowed and then he ran his hands through his short hair.

" Not another word , Savannah. I am trying to do some good with this relationship and you ? You are making plans with your boyfriend about divorce and how to take my Son away from me!"

I gasped.

He heard the conversation.

He continued," Now listen, you two timer, "

I rose my hand, enraged but he captured them easily and forced me towards his chest. He took the other hand, seizing them with one of his hand and positioning them behind my back. My chest stuck to his, my breast squeezed and my face tipped back.

He kissed me lips hungrily and said," I know he was your boy friend. I also know you share everything with him , hence , I got my house nicely furnished in the security department. Every room has three hidden cameras,except the bathroom where there is no cell network so you , Mrs.Cole , are stuck with me for forever , till death parts us. I vow it."

He took my lips again, this time soft and yielding but I didn't want to be kissed so I bit his lips.

" Ouch Savannah." He grimaced.

" I hate you , you dog." I whispered.

" The feeling's mutual, kitten." He grinned.

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