All Chapters of His Mistake, Her Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

-- Grizelda --I barely registered the slight buzz of the television as I sat on the couch. I had a book in my laps as I watched Leo play with his building blocks. He was unusually quiet today, though I didn’t press him about it. He had these moments where he would just stare vacantly into space and be completely lost in his own little world. I had learned to let him come to me when he was ready.“Mom,” his voice cut through the silence.“Yes, sweetheart?” I concentrated my gaze on him.He placed a block carefully on top of his tower with more concentration than was needed. I could see his hesitation. Whatever he wanted to tell me was obviously a big deal to him.“I don’t think Spencer is Mr. Kingston’s real son.” His voice was low and deliberate.I blinked as my heart skipped a beat. “What? What will make you say something like that?”Leo shrugged as he maintained his concentration on the blocks. “They don’t look alike. Think about it.” He glanced at me briefly. His hazel eyes shone

-- Alexander --The drive home was terrible. My conversation with Grizelda tugged at my heart. I was angry, sad and filled with a hardened resolve to confront Lucy. Lucy had blocked her. She had deliberately kept Grizelda from reaching out to me and giving me news about Leo. I had swallowed everything Lucy had done but not this time.I wasn’t without blame either. For years, I had known that Spencer wasn’t my biological son. I agreed to Lucy’s plan because it was very convenient at the time. It was the only way I could give my mother what she wanted; a grandchild. How could I tell her that her son was infertile?I wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement anymore after realizing the cost Lucy made me pay without my knowledge.I needed to make this right. I had allowed myself to live in the shadow of her lies for far too long. I accepted her version of our reality without questioning it. That ends now.As I walked into the house, the sound of laughter from the television greeted me.Luc

-- Alexander --The strong smell of sanitizer hung in the air as I sat down beside my mother's bed. I had barely touched the food beside me. All my attention was on her. I watched her chest fall and rise in rhythm as she breathed. She looked frail and old. The woman I saw on the bed was far from the vibrant assertive woman that I had known my whole life.The doctor already said she would gain consciousness anytime soon but it didn't make it any easier for me. The message on her phone was stuck in my head.'Spencer is not your real grandson. Your son has been lying to you. He's impotent and will never give you a grandchild.'My stomach twisted every time I thought about it. Whoever sent that message had done more damage in one moment than I could ever hope to repair."Alex?" My mother called out with a faint voice. I leaned forward towards to her, my heart beating faster."Mom," I called her, relief flooded my cells. She blinked several times in a bid to focus her vision. She finally f

-- Grizelda --Sleep was worlds away from me as I tossed on the bed. I turned and checked the time. It was 5.55 AM. My head kept racing. She actually went through with it. The court papers kept flashing through my head.I read the summons and my heart felt like it was being overrun. The writing was cold and threatened to overwhelm me. I told myself that no court was going to give custody of Leo to her. It just didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t enough, the fear still lingered. I could feel it creeping slowly into my mind like something I couldn’t escape.I sat up on my bed. I could see the first light of dawn coming up the horizon. My room instantly felt too small to contain the storm that threatened to spill over inside me. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I hoped a cup of coffee might be able to make me relax.The silence of the house was broken by the gentle whisper of the kettle. I rested my body against the kitchen counter and just stared lazily at the vapor escaping from

-- Grizelda --The custody fight hanged over me like a dark and unrelenting storm. Even in my leisure time, I was unable to relax because of the heaviness I felt when I thought about it. Margaret not only wanted to take away Leo from me but my identity. I didn’t know what else I was asides being a mother.I decided to bury myself in work but little good did that do. The numbers and quotations just blurred into one huge mess of gibberish before my eyes. I leaned back in my chair as I rubbed my temples. I needed to keep busy otherwise my mind would spiral into places I didn’t want it to go. I couldn’t afford to fall apart now.A soft knock on the door startled me.“Come in,” I called. I bent over the papers scattered on my table. I needed to appear or give the impression I was busy.Vicky stepped inside, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She had always been proactive, sorting my needs before I even knew. I gave her a grateful look, my eyes twinkling with delight as it expressed the r