Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Aiden's gaze was sincere, his tone soft as he tried to comfort me. "What's eating at you so much?" he asked, the concern in his eyes unmistakable.
It felt like I was holding onto the last lifeline. My eyes welled up, and after a long pause, I finally told him the truth—I wanted to leave Quinn.
But the Madden family's influence was a whole other beast. Getting custody of my son seemed like an impossible fight. If things got ugly, it could drag the entire Hinton family into a mess we didn't need.
"I can't just sit back and watch my son call Diana 'Mom,'" I spat out, my teeth clenched, my brows drawn tight in frustration.
Aiden listened, his expression growing more serious with each word. After a long pause, he asked, "So, you want to get custody of your kid without going head-to-head with the Maddens?"
I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. "It's damn near impossible to win custody. The only way to keep him with me is to come up with a foolproof plan to get him out of the hospital... without anyone noticing."
I trailed off, glancing at Aiden, the weight of the idea sinking in. Doubts crept up like a dark cloud. This was risky, and I hated the thought of dragging him into it.
But to my surprise, Aiden didn't flinch. He gave me a small, reassuring smile. "It's a tough one, but I think there's a way."
"What kind of way?" I asked, startled.
He ruffled my hair lightly, his touch warm and familiar. "Don't stress about it. Just focus on getting better. I'll take care of the rest."
"Thank you, Aiden," I said, my voice thick with gratitude.
His words brought me a sense of calm. It reminded me of when we were kids, and he'd always been there—playing the protective older brother, always ready to handle whatever mess I got myself into.
That night, sleep eluded me. My mind was too restless, replaying every moment of the mess I was caught in.
Just as I was about to drift off, I heard the soft, steady sound of footsteps breaking the quiet of the room. I opened my eyes, startled to see a tall figure standing by the door.
"Quinn Madden?" I recognized him immediately and reached for the bedside lamp.
It was 2 a.m. What the hell was he doing here at this hour?
In the dim light, I couldn't quite make out his expression, but his brown eyes were fixed on me. His voice was cold, almost mocking. "Calling me by my full name? Things going well with Aiden, huh?"
I blinked, completely dumbfounded. Did he really come here, in the middle of the night, just to start a fight?
He stood in the doorway, not coming any closer. I wasn't about to get out of bed, so I just pulled the covers up tighter and shot back with a sarcastic smile, "What, you want me to call you 'Mr. Madden' instead?"
The moment the words left my mouth, the air in the room seemed to drop a few degrees, and a chill ran down my spine. I heard his footsteps approaching, each one slow and deliberate.
My body stiffened instinctively. Without opening my eyes, I muttered, "I'm tired. If you're not here to say something important, then please, Mr. Madden, just leave."
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.
His breath was heavy, right next to my ear. Alarmed, I opened my eyes. He was standing so close, I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
His gaze was intense, locking onto mine like he was trying to see right through me. The faint scent of alcohol lingered between us.
"You've been drinking," I said, my voice tinged with exasperation as I averted my gaze. For some reason, it was only when he was drunk that he seemed willing to be close to me.
"Do you remember what you once said to me?" he asked suddenly, gripping my chin with a force that made me look up at him.
I furrowed my brow, genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"
Quinn's expression shifted quickly, a dark flicker crossing his face before it settled into a mocking smirk. "Natalia, you really know how to play your cards."
I stared at him, utterly baffled, unable to wrap my head around his cryptic jab.