Chapter 10
MIAMI, FLORIDA 20151
LOGAN
I still couldn’t believe Patricia walked out of the marriage. I mean, sure, I suggested divorce, but I didn’t expect her to take it seriously, to file for the divorce! God, it was all not sitting right with me. I had to make it right; she couldn’t be the one to walk away. I should be the
Poppy didn’t give me any information, and I knew lume stubbio she was, so I didn’t force her. I still didn’t know where she went, whether to a small town, Seattle, or maybe New York; she had just disappeared and I hadn’t heard anything from her. I must admit I didn’t expect this from her. I expected her to beg as she always did, so this really shocked me.
When the lawyer told me the divorce was finalized, Lasked him to send Patricia her copy, as I thought maybe that would make her change her mind, but even that didn’t, as there was no response from her. God, I couldn’t believe she had ruined my day, that I couldn’t get to work all because of her.
was now pacing around my office, running my hands through my hair when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly turned, somehow hopeful that it was Patricia.
“I knew she would come: please let her in I said to the woman who came in, she was Irene’s assistant–yep, that’s the privilege I gave her. She started complaining that it was too much work, so I asked her to hire someone to assist her. Basically, this person did all the work while Irene enjoyed time with me.
“Your meeting with the West group is in an hour; I thought to remind you.”
“Excuse me? I mean, wait, so Patri–never mind, you can go,
“Alright, sir, do you want to go through the notes?”
-What notes?”
“For the meeting, we
“Cancel it”
“I said cancel the damn meeting!” I raised my voice, and she quickly nodded her head; she seemed scared. I mean, she should be, as at this point, firing someone could really help, especially her, as it would irritate Irene, and all I wanted to do was irritate her because, in another wayy, she was the reason Patricia left. “Clear my calendar for today. I won’t be attending anything, am I heard?”
“Yes, sir, please excuse me,” she said and then left; she was dying to leave my sight; she obviously realized I was in a bad mood.
“Fuck“” I cursed and threw the things from my table at the thought of Patricia leaving: god, her guts to leave me, the billionaire- mean, I thought she wanted my wealth, the luxurious life I gave her, how on earth will a woman in her right senses leave such a man? And before you say maybe it wasn’t about the money, it was about the money: Patricia only agreed to marry me for money.
I paid for her mother’s surgery, although she died. We entered a marriage contract where I was to pay her a million at the end of the contract, as at that time I was broke, my parents died in an accident, and Irene, who was my fiance at that time, dumped me. I was not ready for love, but to take over, I needed to be married, so when I met Patricia, desperate for money, I asked my lawyer to draw up the contract–five years, and three of them were already done.
Well, everything was going well until Irene returned. I didn’t expect her to return, and when she told me she only left at first because she was afraid of commitment–because she knew with my parents dead I had to take over and to take over I had to be married–well, she explained and I understood.
At first, she was just my secretary–personal assistant as she also needed a job. Up until sparks started to fly between us, I had never forgotten her, so we started seeing each other, and since Patricia and I were open, I never hid it from her, so it has been open ever since. Well, up until she started questioning me and then the divorce.
“Shit!” I cursed as Ecouldn’t take it anymore; I needed to get home. I had to make sure Patricia had really left. With that, I walked to the table and closed the computer, which luckily didn’t fall to the floor. I didn’t need to pick things up, I mean, I had a person for that. So, ready, I walked out of my office, and when I reached the receptionist, I told her to send someone to organize my office and then left.
Noah was already waiting outside, and entering the car, I quickly pulled out my phone and went to my emails. I hoped to find a message from Patricia, anything, even just a rude message, but nothing-
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“Maybe she didn’t get the email?” I asked myself before searching for the lawyer’s contact who picked on the second ring.
“Good day, Mr. Miller?”
“You just finalized my divorce, what do you think is good about today?”
“I apologize, sir. How can I help you!”
“My wife ex–wife–didn’t email me
“Yes? Is that you know what, forget it. I want to know if you
ther a copy of the divorce.
“Yes, I did.”
“Did she reply!”
“No reply.”
“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath as I now started to worry. Poppy assured me that she was safe, but what if something happened to her? What if she? “Send me the copy: I will send it to her myself.
“But I already-
“Don’t waste my time.” I cut him off and then ended the call, cursing. “Shit.”
“Maybe you should call her. I heard Noah suggest, which made me look up at him, “Mrs. Miller, I know women. I’m sure she’s waiting for your call now.”
“Patricia knows I’m not like that.
“I know, but she’s a woman, and as a man who’s dealt with a lot, I know it’s like that, I know she’s just there looking at her phone waiting for your response.”
Okay, he was making sense, but calling her would make me seem desperate, and I didn’t want her to even for a second think she got to me, so 1 hesitated. “Trust me, sir, one call might be all you need to get her back.” Noah encouraged me, I don’t know what came over me as I found myself searching for Patricia’s contact, but as I was about to press the call button, my senses returned, which stopped me.
“I’m Logan Miller; she should be the one to call me,” I said out loud for Noah to hear before I got out of the car, as we had already arrived at my house.
I walked straight in, and seeing there were no guards reminded me that I needed guards; Mom wasn’t well, so I gave her my guards. I didn’t even realize how unsafe it must have been for Patricia to live here all by herself.
I turned the doorknob, and I could hear music “Of course, she’s back,” I said to myself as the door turned out to be unlocked.
I don’t know why I felt so relieved that Patricia was back; I quickly put on my angry face as I couldn’t make it easy for her.
Inside there was a smell of fresh cookies; Patricia knew how much I loved those, so removing my shoes, I took small steps to the kitchen. as I could hear her humming to the music
She was back
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