Chapter 30
Chapter 30
IRENE
After marrying Logan, I thought things were going to be easy, that I would finally live the life I always wanted, the life Patricia took from me years back. Well, not that it was her fault, but I was hopeful. Well, nothing was the same. I mean, Logan was only with me because he pitted me because he felt guilty for causing me to lose my womb. He didn’t exactly say it, but I knew, and did I care! No, I didn’t care. I thought as long as I had that black cand, that I could spend without a limit, that I could go on vacations without working for the money, I would be okay,
Yes, I was okay until Logan started calling me her name. We would be making love, and he would groan her name in my car. Do you know that feeling where you’re on top of a man–oh, not any man, but your husband–giving him the pleasure he deserves? You know you’re doing a good job when he grabs your ass and brings you close to his body. He’s begging for more, and you feel like you’ve won the trophy for best wife in the world, just for him to call you another woman’s name–not just any woman, but his ex–wife?
Do you know the pain that comes with that, how you’ll feel so useless, like no matter what you do, he will never forget the other woman, the anger that courses through your whole body, causing you to shiver, the anger that makes you want to strangle him? Okay, judge me. but I did strangle him, not once but for all the times he called me her name. I would immediately stop, and if I couldn’t find anything to hit him with. I would strangle him and dig my nails into his flesh.
That’s the only thing that made me feel better.
But it has gotten to a point where Logan has stopped touching me, and I did forget all about it, as I was also not interested in strangling anyone. I was happy with the luxurious life, which I’m sure every woman would die to have; being Mrs. Miller was more important than all the sex, as 1 didn’t need to lift a finger to go shopping or feed my stomach. That’s until the thought of Logan divorcing me came to mind. Charlotte. Logan’s aunt, brought that thought, as after losing the baby and my womb, she has distanced herself from me.
She told me she wanted grandchildren and that if by next year I didn’t give Logan a child, she would get him another woman. Now Charlotte was like a mother to Logan, so it was obvious he would do anything for her. That’s when I decided to start checking on myself and my fertility. I was going to travel to try other ways. I was not comfortable with a surrogate; actually, I was not comfortable with having a child at all. It was a lot of work. I didn’t want anyone to depend on me for anything, even for love, but I knew it was my only option, so knowing Logan wouldn’t touch me, I set up everything.
I started by asking someone to prepare the bedroom into a seductive atmosphere. After the shower, making sure I was fully waxed, I got the best lingerie, and then spiking the drink, I waited for Logan. Luckily, he returned, and everything was going according to plan. I managed to get him under me, and we were doing it. Again, I was on top of him.
I didn’t mind that he was going to call me her name, all I wanted was his sperm in nie, but well, he called me her name. At first, it was okay until he started telling me he loved her. That made me realize he was conscious, that he was doing it on purpose.
At this point, he was on top of me, so pushing him off, I put on my nightgown and went to the guest room after locking him in, as I wanted to make sure he didn’t leave without answering me first.
I couldn’t sleep, so I went online shopping, adding items to my cart and clearing all of them across websites. It instantly made me feel better–reminding myself of why I was enduring it always worked–for the money.
The next morning I got up and went straight to the bedroom.
I didn’t find him on the bed, but since I found the door still locked, I knew he was in the shower, so I waited for him.
When he came out, instead of properly apologizing, he just said the same repeated memorized line, I’m sorry, like he didn’t even mean it, then he left. I was not yet dressed, so I couldn’t follow him, so after a bath, I followed him, and of course, his secretary kicked me out like the bitch forgot I was the reason she had the job. Okay, I couldn’t take it anymore.
With Charlotte in my hair and Logan behaving like this, I decided to go on a vacation.
I needed fresh air, and since I had the money, I decided to come to LA. I was having a good time, partying till late and spending his money. I bought everything I wanted, even things I didn’t really want, as long as my eyes landed on it and a stall feeling in me thought It was cute, I took it
It’s been two days, and he hasn’t bothered to check on me. I guess the alerts were telling him I was out. I didn’t really care until my phone started ringing. I was by the beach getting some sun, and, well, I didn’t want to pick up, but seeing the second ring. I realized it must be them.
“Hello”
“Where are you?” I quickly sat up hearing the voice; my one jol is to be with Logan at all times, and here I was getting some tan in LA.
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“Los Angeles,” I said, swallowing hard as I looked around. Now I couldn’t he because I knew they had eyes everywhere.
“Wait, you are all the way across the country getting some tan?”
“I’ve been having issues, California is the only state that came to mind:
“Your personal issues have nothing to do with your job as being Logan’s wife. I want you back in Miami within the next eight hours. Patricia is back, and Logan—”
“Patricia is back?” My voice panicked.
“You haven’t heard, and Charlotte is set to get him a second wife. I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but Logan can’t divorce you yet, so get back here and do your job. Am I understood?!”
“Y–yes, I will be there. The call ended and my heart was beating.
I thought I had gotten rid of Patricia for good; why the fuck was she back?
What did she want now?!
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