Thankfully, the rest of the day went without any confrontation with Rhysand and his family. By noon, I asked the driver to take me to a phone store.
When I’d gotten a functional mobile phone and transferred my information into it, I decided to go surprise Chris at his school for the first time.
My stomach was in knots by the time we pulled up and I hoped to god he would want to see me there. Cleaning my soppy palms on the skirt of my dress, I managed not to stumble on my way to the reception.
But my heart fell right out of my chest when I was told. “Oh, Little Christain had just been picked up by his father’s secretary. They said–”
A loud ringing noise filled my ears and my fist clenched in rage. How dare he parade his mistress before my son?
Athena’s P.O.V
Fury replaced the knot of despair in my stomach. I wouldn’t let them get away with this. Storming back to the car, I practically threw myself inside, barking at the driver to take me to Rhysand’s company.
The S.U.V screeched to a stop in front of the imposing glass building, but the security guard wouldn’t let me past the lobby. Apparently, “Mrs. Havilliard” wasn’t good enough for an unannounced visit.