Ex-husband Last Regret

Chapter eighteen

Vivian’s POV

My heart raced, almost bursting from my chest, as my blood felt like it was flowing backward. Faced with Dominic Blackwood's aggressive demeanor, I suddenly smiled and said, "Dominic, he is your son." Dominic Blackwood suddenly gripped my chin tightly, his eyes filled with cold fury. "Do you think I'm easy to fool, or do you believe you deserve to bear the heir of the Blackwood family?" My heart felt like it had been stabbed again. Dominic always knew how to hit me where it hurt. He had never cared for me, so he would never let me get pregnant. Every time we were together, he took all the necessary precautions. Margaret Blackwood had also secretly added excessive saffron to my soups to prevent me from conceiving. Dominic likely knew about this, and his silence was a tacit approval of Margaret's actions. Perhaps if it weren't for the silent cooperation between the mother and son, my second child would not have been lost. What I longed for had become a source of pride for Scarlett Hayes. It was true what they said: those who are favored often act without fear. Suppressing my bitterness and unwillingness, I smiled and said, "Since Dominic already has the answer in his heart, why bother asking me?" I shifted my tone, "Were you hoping for something different just now?" Dominic seemed to be struck by my words, an inexplicable anger bubbling up inside him. "Even if you really had my child, I wouldn't let him have the chance to be born into this world." I had long known his answer, but hearing him say it out loud still brought a fresh wave of pain. "Don't worry, Dominic. I will never bring you such trouble." Just as I was about to leave, Dominic's mocking voice echoed behind me, "How low can you go, offering to be a stepmother to James Scott's bastard?" My eyes instantly turned red as I spoke slowly, "Dominic Blackwood, he is not a bastard!" "Hah, you’re already defending him before you even become a stepmother?" Dominic shot back. Anger burned in my eyes; I wished I could slap Dominic a few times. That was his son, yet he kept calling him a bastard. If Jimmy found out, he would be heartbroken. But to protect Jimmy's true identity, I forced my anger and sorrow back down, gritting my teeth as I said, "Dominic Blackwood, you will regret this one day!" As I stormed away, Dominic felt an inexplicable heat rising in his chest.

Dominic’s POV

I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it with a lighter, and took deep drags, feeling an urge for nicotine like never before. If she wanted to act up, let her; why should I get involved? But for some reason, a fire seemed to be burning inside me, growing stronger and making me feel more restless than ever.

Vivian’s POV

When I stepped out of the smoking room, I stumbled slightly, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. I could endure Dominic's insults, but hearing him demean my Jimmy filled me with a tidal wave of anger and humiliation. For now, all I could do was endure. Once the divorce was finalized, I would take Jimmy far away from this jerk. I wiped my tears and returned to the private room, but Jimmy immediately sensed something was off. Someone must have bullied Mommy! Once, he had been powerless to protect his mom from bullies, but now, right under his nose, it was simply too brazen. If he didn’t teach this person a lesson, he might as well be squatting to pee for the rest of his life! Seizing the moment while I was at the window taking a call, Jimmy slid off his chair and quietly slipped out. He had caught a whiff of smoke on me earlier, and since this five-star hotel had a designated smoking room, he figured the person might still be there since I had just returned. Jimmy decided to take a chance. Following the signs, he found the smoking room. Before entering, he quickly put on the mask he had stashed in his pocket. With a creak, he pushed the door open. Peeking inside, he saw a man in a black suit leaning against the wall, smoking. The man’s handsome features were partially obscured by the swirling smoke, and his deep-set eyes flickered with the light and shadow of the smoke, giving him a brooding and cold demeanor. What shocked Jimmy even more was that this man looked just like him—Dominic Blackwood.

Dominic’s POV

I turned to see a fluffy little head peeking in at the door. The cartoon mask covering half of his face made him look adorably silly, but those eyes seemed oddly familiar. Almost instinctively, I stubbed out my cigarette. "Kid, this isn't a place for you." Jimmy immediately concluded that I must be the one who had bullied his mom. He feigned shyness, tightening his little legs and asking, "Uncle, do you know where the bathroom is?" "Just follow the hallway east until you reach the end, then take a left," I replied. Jimmy pretended to look confused, stretching out his little finger and trying hard to point in the right direction. I found it amusing; how could a little kid even tell which way to go? "Do you want me to take you with me?" Jimmy happily hugged my leg. "Thank you, Uncle!" I wasn't particularly fond of kids. I thought they were too noisy and doubted I had the patience to deal with them. But for some reason, I found this little guy oddly endearing, even feeling a strange sense of familiarity. With my long legs, I took two steps for every one of Jimmy's as we headed toward the bathroom. However, the little guy struggled to keep up, flailing his short legs in an effort to match my pace, creating a comically cute scene. I seemed to grow a bit impatient and simply lifted Jimmy by the scruff of his neck, striding forward with long strides. Unbeknownst to me, the little prank was in motion. I intended to just drop the kid off in the bathroom and leave, but worried that Jimmy might get lost on his way back, I stood at the door, patiently waiting. Suddenly, I noticed that everyone passing by was pointing at me, some even covering their noses with strange expressions as they walked around me. At that moment, a waiter approached and said to me, "Sir, would you like to change your clothes?" Only then did I realize something was off. I reached behind me and felt a squishy substance. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the substance was a mix of green and yellow, resembling something quite unpleasant. It dawned on me that I had been pranked by that little brat, and I stormed toward the bathroom, shouting, "You little rascal, come out!" I kicked the bathroom door open one by one, only to find it completely empty. In the last stall, however, there was a drawing made with sauce that looked like a giant turtle. I had never been played like this before. I turned to my bodyguard and commanded, "You need to find that little punk!"