Chapter 16. How well do you know your ex-wife?

Logan's POV

I sat glued to my office chair, tapping my fingers gently on the table as I reflected on the day's activities. I reclined my body serenely on the chair, my lips conforming into a thin line with my fingers pressing into my temple. Every one of my thoughts was still on Emily… It's like she's consumed every corner in my mind and I couldn't avoid replaying our past encounters and the unresolved tension that clung between us.

My eyes scanned the space, taking in the intricate details of the decor that adorned the walls, yet amidst the grandeur was a noticeable absence. As I sat there in my chair, my heart sank, overwhelmed with heaviness. The office felt silent for a long moment. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

A loud knock followed, and I mumbled the word ‘“Come in.”

My eyes traveled to the door, and it settled on a 6’7 figure in a dark raven suit with spiky blonde hair. It was Paul, and he greeted me before walking towards me, his shoes clapping the