Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

BIANCA

I couldn’t believe my son was deciding to treat me as if I was invincible to him, he wouldn’t even spare me a glance, as he obstinately looked at the other side.

“Theodore pushed Emma,” the principal continued, her voice sounding gentle yet firm. “When the teacher intervened, trying to stop the matter from escalating, he tried to hit her as well. This kind of violence is completely out of character for him, which is why I felt it important to discuss this with you immediately. Mrs. Patterson mentioned there might be some stress at home?”

The implication was clear. The teacher had been gossiping about my complicated issues that were happening at home with her fellow teachers. Probably the whole staff knew about Mia staying at our house, about the bucket list, about everything.

“There have been some… adjustments,” I said carefully, moving closer to Theo, my hand hovering in the air, not quite touching him yet.

“But nothing that would—”

“I’m not lying!” Theo’s voice was sudden and loud, making both Principal Briggs and me flinch due to how sudden it was.

“You ARE mean! Emma doesn’t know anything! Her stupid brother isn’t even that sick! Aunty Mia is DYING and you won’t help her even though you CAN!”

“Theo, sweetheart-”

“Don’t call me that!” He finally looked at me, and the hatred in his four–year–old eyes made me want to cry. “I hate you! Emma said you’re a hero but you’re not! You’re selfish and mean and–and–EVIL!”

“Theodore Morrison!” Principal Briggs voice was sharp.

“That is enough. We do not speak to our parents that way, no matter how upset we are.”

But Theo wasn’t listening. He’d turned away again, his small shoulders shaking with angry sobs.

“Dr. Morrison,” Principal Briggs said quietly, turning back to look at me, as she hesitated for a moment, playing with her hands as a way to battle what she was about to say.

“I think family counseling might be beneficial here. Theodore is clearly processing some very adult emotions, that he had problems processing them alone and is lashing out at everyone, in his distress. This shows that he needs help navigating them. I can provide you with some referrals-”

“That won’t be necessary,” I said, my voice hollow. I reached out toward Theo, needing to touch him, to comfort him, to fix this somehow. “Theo, baby, let’s go home and talk about this-”

He flinched away from my hand like I’d tried to hit him.

“Yes, Alpha Morrison. Yes, he’s here with his mother now. I see. Of course. We’ll wait for you ”

She hung up and gave me a look that was pure pity mixed with something that might have been judgment. Like she was assessing me through clear eyes. Apparently Matthew might have said something as usual to make me the villain, to paint me in a bad light.

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