“Come on. Let’s check if they accidentally removed your brain the last time you were hospitalized.“.
Josie’s protests echoed down the hallway.
“My brain is just fine! Simon, let me explain. Having a stepmom has three major benefits! First, if Dad gets married, he’ll stop nagging us about settling down.
“Second, I’ll get her to sweet–talk Dad into passing the company down to me. That way, you can keep being a doctor, and I’ll finally become the chairwoman. Everyone wins!
“Third, she’s young, gorgeous, and curvy. If everything goes well, we’ll have a baby brother by next year. The family legacy will be secured, and you won’t even have to lift a finger!
“Isn’t it perfect–ow! Why’d you pinch me?! That hurts!”
As we left the hospital, a familiar car flashed past. I turned thy head to look.
“Was that Logan?”
Josie remained unfazed. “No, you’re seeing things. He’s probably busy whispering sweet nothings to his first love in the bed. Why would he have time for you?”
I considered myself a calm and rational person. I planned to break up with dignity and grace. But after hearing that, I suddenly felt like dignity was out of the question.
So, I blocked Logan on everything.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Simon arrived home just minutes after us. The moment he stepped inside, he disappeared into his room to change. His expression was stone–cold the entire time.
It wasn’t until Maria brought dinner to the table that he finally emerged.
Josie took one look at him and nearly jumped.
“Are you insane? Why are you dressed like that at home?”
Simon sat at the dining table, completely composed. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, and his hair was neatly styled–looking every bit like an aloof, domineering CEO.
“Isn’t this how I always dress?” he asked through gritted teeth.
