Chapter 13
I was about to press the call button when a notification of a new email popped up: it was surprisingly from Logan. I quickly went to it, and I didn’t know what I was hoping to see, but when I saw it was a copy of the divorce, my stomach dropped, and my heart started pounding as if I was just hearing of the divorce. I mean, this was a copy of it, everything had been finalized; I already put my signature on ii.
Why on earth was I feeling like this?
I swallowed my saliva as 1 felt a little disappointed in myself. I took a moment and calmed myself before I again went back to the contacts. I just had to tell him; he deserved to know, but again, as I was about to call him, a call came through, and it was Noah–Logan’s personal assistant
“Mrs Miller.”
“Hi Noah, how are you?” I cleared my voice as I wanted to sound normal
“I’m good, how are you, Mrs Miller?”
“I’m doing great. I never got a chance to thank you for what you did,” 1 said as I remembered how he was the one who took care of my flight
I was going to leave in three hours. Poppy did everything, but he informed us that Logan was looking for me. I knew if he found me that day, he wouldn’t have allowed me to leave as he wanted me to be miserable, so he made his way, paid the receptionist at the airport, and asked them to lie that I was gone while I was just hiding in one of the restrooms with Poppy.
When they left, he informed me so I could come out. Noah had seen how Logan treated me, and he always apologized on his behalf; sometimes he brought me gifts and lied that his boss bought them. I knew it was him, but I never confronted him; I was grateful for his
kindness.
“It was nothing”
“No, you could have lost your job, you went behind his back, and I truly appreciate it
“You’re welcome, Mrs
“Call me Patricia. I’m no longer married to your boss, so my last name changed. I’m Ms. Young if you prefer the professional way. “Of course.”
“Thank you, oh, why did you call? Is there something you want to tell me? Actually, I want to speak to Logan: I have something “Mr. Miller is getting married to Ms. Irene.
“W–what? I mean.” I cleared my throat, as I already knew that, “That’s fast.”
“Yes, I was just calling to inform you in case you come across it on the internet; their engagement party is this weekend”
Oh,
thank thank you for letting me know, Noah”
“You’re welcome, I’m truly sorry about-
“You don’t have to be, I never mattered to him.”
“Ms. Patricia, you should know you’re beautiful; any man will be hicky to have you. He said, but it didn’t make me feel better. Well. I didn’t want to be rude, so I thanked him and told him I had to go before I broke right on the call.
Ending the call, I walked to the kitchen. I saw a bottle of wine, and I really could use it right now, so reaching the kitchen, I went for t bottle, got a glass, and after rinsing it, I opened the bottle and poured a glass. I was about to drink it when my stomach growled, and 1 remembered I was pregnant
the
“Fuck!” I cursed, wine always worked for me. I always had it whenever Logan was behaving like a piece of shit, and now I couldn’t even have it because he left his little relative inside my woh, “Shit!” I threw the glass down, making it shatter into pieces as the red wine stained the tiles.
1 ran my hand into my hair as I thought of a way to calm myself, but nothing came to mind.
I hated that I cared
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I mean, this was Logan: he never loved me. He said that a million times, and him marrying Irene was just right because it was bound to happen. They were longtime sweethearts, made for each other, so why did it pain me that they were having their engagement party? 1 should be grateful they didn’t use me as a surrogate to have a child, as I heard Irene had fertility problems.
Logan once mentioned how they will one day need a surrogate to carry their child once they settle–he said that to my face while I was
his wife.
I gently massaged my temples as I calmed myself down, a shower would not work, maybe a book, or better yet, starting with mine. With that thought in mind, I walked into the bedroom, where I got my computer, and then walking out. I went to the living room, to the sofa, sat down, and then switched the computer on as I placed my thoughts together.
My head was hurting, and I knew where it was coming from. I pulled my hair so hard, so it only made sense, as that always came with a headache.
My computer was finally on, and I was about to go in the draft when I heard a knock on the door, I wondered who it was, as I was new here, and I didn’t know anyone.
Not wanting to appear rude, as I thought it might be one of the neighbors, I got up, my hands still on my temples, as the headache wasn’t going away, and I felt a little weak.
When I reached the door. I peeped through the small glass to confirm what type of person to expect. I thought I was imagining the person, so I rubbed my eyes, not trusting my judgment, as there was no way that Logan was there, and that’s when I saw it wasn’t Logan
but Richard.
They looked alike, so at least I didn’t think I was losing my mind. I mean, imagine it being a completely different human, let’s say a lady. and I see Logan; that would be crazy, right?
“I have something for you.” I heard him say, which shook me out of my thoughts. God. I was keeping my boss outside, I quickly opened the door, but that’s when I felt something sharp hit my head, and before I could figure out what, everything suddenly turned black, and I felt nothing
