The Runaway Bride

Chapter 1

I was 19 years old when standing at the altar crying silently as I took Reid Hall to be my husband.

Reid Hall was the man I was forced upon on, the man I hated with everything I had in me. 

My parents begged me. They begged me to marry him. They said it was the only way we could be happy was if I agree. And yes, I made the sacrifice of taking his last name. 

"Mommy, I am hungry." 

"Coming, baby," I say as I go to meet him in the kitchen where he was. "What do you want, my prince," I ask with a terrible fake British accent, and he laughs as to my silly ways. "Spaghetti! I want spaghetti. Could you please make me some spaghetti?" He asked, jumping up and down. "Of course, I can. Give me 30 min. Why don't you go watch some tv while I make it for you" he nodded, smiling and returns to the sofa, singing 'I am getting spaghetti.' 

Elias Hall, my 3-year-old son. My beautiful boy. He looked exactly like his dad. 

In marrying Reid, the only good thing I got from it was Elias. He was everything, my only family now. I had no one but Elias. 

I never loved Reid, and he has never loved me. I never even looked him in the eye when I talked to him, which was bare. 

Reid is the CEO of a multibillion-dollar 

the company, and he was also the country's most prominent player and asshole. The girl throws themselves at him, and he uses them for his satisfaction. He was unbelievable. 

When I lived with him, he never even stayed home every single day. He was in another place, probably at some model's house, and when he was home, he smelled of heavy alcohol as he laid next to me. 

"Spaghetti is ready," I yell out as I placed the hot food onto a plate. 

"Yaaaaaa," my baby boy runs in. 

You might be wondering if I hated Reid so much, why did I have a child with him.  

Well, let me tell you, I never wanted to. But a drunken mistake can change many things. 

Reid didn't know I was pregnant when I left him. We never really filed for divorce because we didn't think it was necessary. We never ever were a real couple, and when we lived together, we lived in our separate worlds. We were strangers. 

"Mommy ths iss deliciows." He said as he enjoyed his food. I rubbed his head and kissed it. 

"After you finish, we have to take a shower and brush your teeth, okay." 

"Okie" 

- 

"Goodnight, baby mommy loves you," I tell my precious boy as I tucked him in bed. I kissed his forehead and made my way to my room. 

I Remembered the day I found out I was pregnant and how scared I felt. I thought my life was over. I was young and didn't deserve this, but the moment I held him in my arm, I could never let him go. He was my world. 

I didn't know if Reid knew he had a son. I haven't ever told him about Elias, but I was sure that his sister has. 

Aria. She was Reid's younger sister. She was my friend. She was the only person that made me feel welcomed in the family. She has become my best friend, and she was the first and only person I told about Elias. She supported me through everything, and she still does. 

I was sure Aria told her brother about his son, but he never made an effort ever to contact us, and I don't think he ever would. 

There was a sudden knock at my door, and I pick up my phone to check the time, which reads 3:24. I wondered who was knocking at my door at 3 in the morning, but I was afraid it was Aria with an emergency, and she was the only one who knew the address. 

After a minute of debating whether I should open the door or not, I decided I will. 

The knocking suddenly turned into banging, and I hurried to open the door. 

But who was standing there on my front step was someone I never expected to be? 

The man I hated, the father of my son and my husband, was standing there staring at me while my mouth fell open. 

"Well aren't you going to invite me in," He said, crossing his arms and a grin on his face. 

I didn't know what to do. I stood still there staring at him. My eyes widen, but the voice of Elias made me come back to reality. 

"Mommy, who was thwat," I turned to look at my tired boy rubbing his eyes as he clenched onto his favourite stuffed animal. 

"Nobody, baby, go back to sleep," I tell him, but the door pushed open, and it came in my so-called husband, Reid. 

"I didn't invite you in," I say, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, but he ignored me and bent down and examined Elias. 

He looked at him for what felt like hours, and sleepy Elias was standing there smiling big. "This is my son?" Reid questioned, picking Elias up and turning to face me. Elias was so tired that he placed his head down on Nolan's shoulder, sleeping. 

"No, he isn't! He is my son," I tell him raising my voice slightly and grabbing Elias out of his arms. He stirred a bit but not enough to wake up. 

I walked over to his room, Reid following me, and set Sam down. 

"How could you not tell me I have a son? I had f*****g find out from Aria," he says, anger in his tone. I walked to the hallway, closing Elias's door. 

"You never wanted me, and you expect me to believe that you will want my son," I told him. "What made you think I didn't, Anna!" He yelled at me. 

"Because it has been three years Reid and you never came in the last three years. And don't you say that you only found out now because I know Aria told you all about Elias," I told him? He seemed speechless. He didn't say anything for a few seconds before saying, "I couldn't..." He trailed off. 

"You couldn't, or you didn't want to," I scoffed. He fixed his eyes to the ground, not being able to look me in the eye. I knew he was embarrassed, guilty, broken, but I couldn't let him destroy my life anymore. I couldn't let him into my son's life because I knew he would not stay. 

"I want you to leave Reid. I don't want to see you ever again, and don't come near my son ever again!" I said, firmly standing my ground. 

He looked up at me, his eyes red. "I'm sorry, Anna. But you can't keep my son away from me," he said. 

"He is not your son! He is my son and will only ever be my son," I said, raising my voice. He looked to the side, biting the corner of his lips running his hand through his hair. 

"I'm not letting you keep him away from me any longer. I want to be part of his life! And if you disagree, I'll go to court. Don't forget Anna; you're still my wife," he said with a goddamn smirk that made my blood boil. 

But I knew I couldn't let my son go through this with court and cases. I don't want to expose him to a life filled with problems and with him not knowing whether he will stay with his mom or dad. 

Elias never asked about his father even if he knew something was missing, he never dared to ask, and as much as I hate this, he's going to realize what he's been missing finally, and that's his father.