My Evil Boy Toy

Chapter 92 - 92 - Jayden's Hate

Jayden POV

After a few months, Peggy didn't come back. I cursed her everyday for leaving me. I swear I wouldn't look for her and always thought she would come back on her own. But I was wrong.

When I realized he wasn't coming back, I looked for her from dusk till dawn. She was on her seventh month now, so I was worried about the baby.

I asked Luke and all my friends to help me look for her. But we couldn't find her. They said she might have used a different name or Missy was doing something so we won't find them. She was an agent and her bodyguard after all.

Five months after she disappeared, I was getting more and more depressed. I was lonely. I felt like my heart was being torn everyday when I think of her. It was supposed to be the month we've been waiting for. She would give birth this month and is due on the twelfth.

Where did she go? Is she and the baby alright? Did she ever think of me? Did she miss me? Questions that I have never got an answer to.

Another month passed and I was shocked to get news that Caleb, one of A.E's assets, found the place they lived in. It was a small apartment in Paris.

I flew there to see if it was true, only to be disappointed that they already left. The place they stayed in wasn't that expensive but it was decent. I rented it for a few days just to stay there. I wanted to at least feel the places they've been to.

The first night I slept there, I was imagining they were with me. I looked at the other side of the bed, and I saw Peggy, crying. I reached out my hand so I could touch her but she disappeared. Tears started to fall from my eyes. It was the first time I cried after she left me.

I found out that she worked as an assistant in a small clinic so I went there to ask about her.

A woman walked towards me, looking at me from head to toe.

"Mr.Jayden Richards?" She asked which surprised me.

When I talked to her, she introduced herself as Dr.Candice Lane, she was Peggy's boss and her doctor. She said she knew me because Peggy told her about me. Then she handed me a photo. I cried when I saw who was in it.

It was Peggy and a baby. It's a boy! He looks a lot like me. Dr.Lane handed me a birth certificate and I was so happy that Peggy wrote my name as the baby's father. I thought she wouldn't do that.

Caden Richards. That's the name of my son. I'm a father! I wanted to jump from joy and the more reason I wanted to find them.

"She loves you. But she has a reason why she left." Dr.Lane said.

I frowned. "Did she tell you what it was?" I asked.

I know she knew about it but she didn't tell me.

"You should look for the answer yourself. She was suffering just like you. I admire her. She's a strong woman." She said.

I stayed a few more days in Paris, checking on the possible places she've been to. I wanted to see the world she had seen at least.

When I came back, I investigated what happened before she left. The last person she talked to was her foster father. I came to see him but he was on a business trip so I waited.

After a year of waiting, someone called and told me Peggy and Caden were in Hong Kong. So I went there again, only to be disappointed that they already left. I rented the place again and stayed for a few days.

I looked around and found Caden's room. I laid on his small bed and imagined he was beside me. He was around one year old by now. I frowned when I felt something under the bed. It was a piece of paper tucked inside.

I looked at it and I cried when I saw what it was. It's a drawing. I knew it was Caden's. He drew his mom, him and me. I was so happy. Peggy was probably telling stories about me.

Every place they've been to, I came late and stayed there for a few days. And every time I stayed, I would find a piece of paper. A drawing of our family by Caden. I compiled and kept every drawing I found. I felt like Caden knew that I was looking for them.

I received a phone call from Owen, my bodyguard, that Benjamin Miller came back from his travels so I went to see him.

I asked him about the last time he talked to Peggy. He didn't answer but handed me some files instead. I frowned but took it and started looking at them.

I felt like my whole world crumbled and my heart was ripped out from my chest. The memory of my mother's death came back to me, those men who raped her over and over while I watched them savage her and slit her throat. My visions suddenly became blurry and I felt the rage grew inside me.

The reason Peggy left was the possibility that her father, Matthew Forelli, was involved in my mother's death. I was devastated. I felt like I was going crazy. My head and my heart were in conflict and were saying different things.

That was the first time I questioned everything. I questioned my mother, why did she have to die? I questioned my father, why did he have to fall in love with mom? I questioned them both, why did they run away, knowing that mom was already engaged to Peggy's father? Why did I have to meet Peggy. Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she trust me? Why did she doubt my love for her?

After that, I became a different person. I started hating her for lying to me. I hated her for not trusting me. I hated her for taking my son away from me. I hated her for being a Forelli.