"Can you please stop questioning my wife and enjoy breakfast?" Logan snaps. I notice his attitude coming back into place, but I try to shake off the feeling. I take my bacon and some eggs and enjoy them. I don't have much lined up for today, so I think I'll just laze around and watch some movies when Logan eventually leaves for work."What are your plans for today?" Logan asks, his gaze locked on mine, waiting for my response."Nothing really," I reply. "I'm thinking of just nesting up and watching movies.”"Okay," he says, biting into his food and bringing it to his mouth. I watch him gulp it down, and the movement of his Adam's apple makes me swallow hard. I can't help but think about everything we've done."Did you hear anything I said at all?" Logan asks, snapping me out of the frenzy of emotions that had engulfed me."Y...yes, what did you say?" I ask him, looking at him expectantly, hoping he'll repeat himself. His gaze locks onto mine as if he's trying to decipher my thoughts
We entered the boutique. I feel a little out of place among the luxurious surroundings, but Logan's presence makes me feel more at ease. But one thing stands out: we're the only ones in the boutique. I look around, trying to figure out what's wrong. He notices me looking around and smiles at me. "What's wrong?" he asks me. "I'm p..puzzled," I stutter. "I bought the whole floor so no one can interrupt our shopping," he explains.My eyes widen in shock, I place my hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that threatens to escape. I've already done the calculations in my head - if he's willing to buy out the entire floor of the boutique just for our shopping, how incredibly wealthy is this man standing before me?"You don't have to, Logan," I say finally, finding my words."Yes, I do, my wife," he replies, taking my hand in his. "Come, let's go shopping."The number of times he's referred to me as such today makes me think he's taking this marriage contract more seriously than I anti
The drive back home is an awkward silence. I try to strike up a conversation with him, but I notice that the words refuse to form on my lips. I turn my face to look at him and realize that his eyes are fixed on the road, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his face in a stoic mood like he's thinking hard. I brush off whatever thoughts are on my mind as I rest my back and relax, but I don't know for how long. Suddenly, I feel a movement around me, and I open my eyes to notice Logan trying to carry me inside. I wiggle out of his hold and realize that I have fallen asleep."Sorry, I wanted to help you up to your room since you had slept off," he says awkwardly, looking at me."Thank you," I say, stepping out of the car on my own. I have no intention of going inside; I just want to be left alone to think about everything right now. I notice that my chest feels heavy with something I can't quite point out like I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. Shaking my head,
I hear Asher screaming my name from my study, and I panic because I sense fear in his voice. He's not just screaming; he's calling my attention to something bad that might have happened. I traced his voice to the pool area, knowing Nadine went that way after we got back to the house. I wanted to follow her but decided to stay back, I know she is conflicted about me and thought it was because of Samantha.I rush to the pool and see Nadine has passed out. I can see panic in Asher's voice as he looks between me and Nadine. "What happened to her? What have you done to her?" I ask, wondering why Nadine is in this state.I scoop her up into my arms, her fragile body clinging to me like a lifeline. I carry her away from the pool, noticing Asher is hot on my tail. "What happened?" I ask him as I lay her down on the couch."We were just talking about some random things, and then I realized she was gasping for air," Asher explains, looking scared. "I've never experienced anything like this be
NadineI see Logan's concerned look, and I can't help but be drawn to him. But as much as I'd love to commit, I have to guard my heart to avoid getting burned again. My mind goes back to my discussion with Asher, and I wonder who Isabelle is. With the way Logan is pressing and asking now and then, I'm tempted to open up to him about my discussion with Asher. But I'm scared of driving a wedge between Asher and Logan. Logan could be many things - he might seem cool and understanding at first, but then take it the other way around.Logan's stare is making me uncomfortable as I eat. "You're making me nervous with your stares," I say. He just smiles and says nothing."I see you don't want to talk about your discussion with Asher," he says, resting his back on the couch. I can tell he's frustrated. I don't want him to feel bad about the whole thing, so I tell him, "There was nothing serious. We just talked about his daughter. I guess I got too emotional seeing the circumstances surroundi
Who could be interrupting my moment with Nadine? I curse inwardly as I move away from her to retrieve my phone.My heart beats fast in my chest when I realize it's Samantha calling. "What does she want?" I whisper to myself, aware that Nadine is watching my every move. I need to be careful; Samantha is many things, and I don't think I want to agree with what she wants from me.I swipe my phone to answer the call, getting straight to the point. "What is it?" I ask, not beating around the bush. I know I used to feel something for her before, but I guess it's all in the past. She dumped me at the altar, after tagging me along for so long. I thought she loved me; we were perfect together until I noticed she started drifting away. I asked her many times to know the reason, but she didn't tell me. I loved her too much to let go, thinking the love I had for her would overshadow whatever uncertainty she had about us, but I was wrong.On my wedding day, I was left alone at the altar, wait
I go to my room, making my way to the bathroom. I look into the mirror and notice my face is flushed. I smile at myself, thinking about my time with Logan. I can't deny the attraction we both have for each other. I want to guard my heart, but how can I when I love helplessly? That's always been my weakness. I think about my time with Daniel - the love was one-sided. He left me without closure, and when we met again at Logan's parents, it seemed he was in pain that I had moved on.I shake my head, dismissing the memories. I don't want to think about Daniel right now. Jake, who I thought was my fairy tale love, happens to be cheating on me with my twin sister. I see how happy they look together. The last time I saw them, they seemed so in love, while I was stuck in this complicated situation with Logan. Logan, on the other hand, has been sweet, but the thought of Samantha makes me hesitant to commit to him. I don't want to give my all to him, only to end up getting burned again.I
She slowly nods her head. I am stunned, wondering why she kept the secret from us. She looks everywhere but at me, fear evident in her eyes. It is enough that I have put her through so much stress, but seeing her in this state makes my heart bleed."Is Dad aware?" she cries even more. I step back, not knowing how to react to her tears. I guess she remembers something. "That's one of the reasons your dad hates me and doesn't want anything to do with me," she says, her voice choking with tears."Oh, I'm so sorry," I say, bringing her into a hug. "I didn't know about this.""So many things happened when I was pregnant with you guys," she continues, crying even harder. "My family had a business dealing with very dangerous people, and the only way they could repay them was by taking away my baby.""Before then, your father loved me so much. But after the incident, he couldn't stand the sight of me," she says, tears streaming down her face.She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herse
As I turn to face him, my body stiffens, and my mind races with thoughts of what he might say. I hope it's not something that will break my heart. I try to compose myself, thinking of Shawn's needs first. "Please, I'll need to take care of Shawn, then I'll be back," I say, trying to sound calm."Can I carry him in my arms?" he asks, with emotion in his voice."Yes," I reply, but as I try to hand Shawn over, he clings to me like a lifeline. I couldn't force him to let go."I'm sorry, I'll need to go now, but I'll be back," I tell him, trying to reassure him as I make my way to take care of Shawn. I can feel his gaze on me, but I know I need to prioritize Shawn's needs right now.Part of me wants to turn back and confront whatever it is he wants to tell me.I focus on Shawn's tiny hands wrapped tightly around my finger, his big brown eyes looking up at me. I take a deep breath and push aside my worriesAs I care for Shawn, my mind swirls with a hundred thoughts. After finishing with his
I glance around the room, my heart pounds as I shift my gaze between Mum and Gabriel, trying to make sense of their argument or the secret they’re hiding.“Mum, please,” I say, my voice trembling. “What is going on? Can you just say it?” I gesture toward Gabriel. "I don’t even know this man, but if he can donate a kidney for you, he must mean something. Who is he? What does he want?"Mum meets my eyes for a second, then looks at Gabriel. Her lips press into a thin line as she squeezes her eyes shut. For a long moment, she’s silent, shaking her head slowly, as though wrestling with thoughts she can’t bring herself to say aloud.“Mum, what is this? Can you just say it and get it over with?” my patience wears thin. I can feel she has a secret she’s holding onto tightly.Before she can respond, a sharp, piercing scream echoes through the house. Shawn. He’s awake, and the absence of anyone around has startled him.Without a second thought, I dash to his room. He’s sitting on the bed, his
Nadine’s POVI toss and turn, barely getting a wink of sleep last night. But today is Saturday, and all I want to do is curl up in bed with my boy by my side. The thought of going back to my apartment exhausts me - I don't have the strength to face it. And honestly, I'm scared of unwanted guests showing up unannounced. My mind still reels from the near-attack at my apartment. All I crave is a peaceful day with my son, in the comfort of my mother's home. I need my coffee, so I quietly make my way downstairs to the kitchen, trying not to wake my son or mother, who I'm sure is still sleeping soundly in her room. Just as I'm pouring myself a cup of coffee, a sudden knock on the door startles me. I wonder who it could be, so I cautiously make my way to the door and slowly open it. On the other side, I see a well-dressed man around my dad's age, with a kind face and a warm smile. "Hello," I say nervously. "Hello," he replies, "I'm Gabriel, the kidney donor." His words take me by surp
Logan's POV As I watch, Ethan storms out of the house, his face thunderous. I know exactly what that means - the discussion between Nadine, and him in the backyard didn't go well. My mind starts racing with thoughts, each one tumbling over the other in a jumbled mess. I know I need to act fast, to be there for Nadine and Shawn. I can hear the panic in Nadine's voice, and my heart aches for her. In this moment, I wish we were a family - Nadine, Shawn, and me - united in our love for our child.But I know that's not possible, at least not yet. What I can do is make time for Shawn, to build a connection with him. I'm determined to make co-parenting work, no matter what it takes.I look at Nadine, I know I need to be careful. I shouldn't reveal too much to her, not yet. I'm not sure how well she can take it, and I don't want to add to her stress. So I'll bide my time, waiting for the right moment to share my thoughts and feelings with her. For now, I'll just be here for her, supporting
My front collides with his chest as I struggle to break free. "Just let me go, please. I need to rest."But Logan holds tight, his breath fanning my face, threatening to crumble my resolve. "Don't you want to get answers to your questions?" he asks.I try to steel myself, but my heart races at his words. And then he drops the bombshell: "Yes, someone is after your life."He says it so matter-of-factly like he's commenting on the weather. I step back, unsure how to react to this news. I need assurance, "You're lying, right?" my voice barely above a whisper.Logan's face softens, and for a moment, I see pity in his eyes. "Wait, this is true?" I ask, with alarm, as I finally grasp the gravity of the situation.He nods solemnly. "I wasn't lying when I said someone was after your life. I've had two attempts to uncover who's responsible, but both leads ended in dead ends."I'm stunned, my mind racing with fear. I shove my hands into my hair. "Oh my goodness!" I exclaim."My son, is he in
Ethan turns to me, "Are you two back together now?" I'm taken aback by the question, not expecting him to be so direct. I slowly make my way beside him and sit down, choosing my words carefully.I know Ethan doesn't need to know the intricacies of my relationship with Logan. His son deserves the chance to bond with his father without anyone interfering. I wouldn't want someone to deny my child that right, and I won't deny Shawn that either.Instead of answering his question, I turn the tables. "Are you aware that Sydney blocked all means for Logan to reach me?" I ask, studying Ethan's reaction, trying to gauge his emotions. He tenses for a moment, before turning to face me. His eyes narrow slightly, and I sense a hint of surprise, maybe even defensiveness. Ethan's expression turns defensive, with his voice rising. "Is that the lie he told you?" he retorts"Just answer my question, are you aware or not?"Ethan's voice grows louder, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Of what use is
I understand why Logan is upset, but we can't keep fighting like this. But how can we do that when Logan's still hurting from the past and Ethan's trying to insert himself into our lives? I feel like I'm stuck in the middle, trying to mediate between two men who both want to be involved in my son's life. I wish Logan could see that Ethan's not trying to replace him, but I know that's hard for him to accept right now. "What is he doing here?" Logan growls, his voice low and menacing.My mom appears, a nervous look on her face. "Logan, please calm down. This isn't the time or place."But Logan is beyond reason. He's seeing red, and I know I need to intervene before things escalate further.Ethan is playing hide and seek with my son, his laughter and smiles are rich compared to the anger he unleashed at the flower shop. I turn to Logan, his clenched jaw a visible sign of the anger he's struggling to keep in check. His eyes narrow, his gaze fixed on Ethan with disgust. Ethan's eyes l
He stays quiet for a while, collecting his thoughts before speaking. "It's been hell since you left New York, Nadine.”I interrupt him, my words spilling out in a rush. "Since I left New York or since you sent me out of your house?" I ask, in a bitter voice. "Do you think I'd want to be anywhere close to you here in America? I was happy when I was invited to Canada to stay, and that was one of the best decisions of my life. There, I had peace."Logan's eyes narrow, his face tense, but he says nothing, letting the silence stretch out between us. "I know I wasn't the best to you, I've spent every day of my life trying to right my wrongs. But when I saw the huge difference between your face and the picture I was sent, I knew at that time that I had behaved badly."He pauses, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "That's by the way, Logan," I retorted. "I wouldn't want to dwell on something that's a closed chapter in my life. But my question is, who prevented you from coming clos
I quickly step away, trying to put some distance between us. Logan tries to catch up, attempting to hook his hand around mine, but I'm not having it. I look at him warily, wondering if he's lost his mind thinking I'd willingly hold hands with him.I spot a taxi driving by and wave it down, trying to make a quick escape. Logan's caught off guard, and I take advantage of the momentary distraction to open the door and hop in.As I give the driver my destination, I turn around to take one last look at Logan. His face is comical: He looks like he can't believe I'm leaving him standing there in the rain.But as the taxi pulls away, I see Logan's expression change.I smile as I gaze back at the road. Ethan's sudden storm-off has me wondering where he went and why his demeanor changed so abruptly. I'm still reeling from his outburst - who wouldn't be? He had built this illusion in his head that we were married, and seeing it shatter when I declared my love for Logan was intense."Here, ple