Logan and Nathalie treat me this way, toying with my emotions as if I were some object.
Isn’t it enough that I have already suffered so much pain from not being accepted by my father, even though I gained the love of a mother?
Tears stream down my face uncontrollably. My heart aches for Jake. We were both pawns in this sick game orchestrated by Logan and Nathalie.
They know each other, but my mind drifted back to the time when Logan mentioned Nathalie as if he knew her.
When I questioned him, he vehemently denied it, insisting he didn’t know her. Now, everything starts to make a twisted kind of sense.
The file contains an agreement between Nathalie and Logan. Logan has been in love with me for as long as he can remember, while Nathalie had her eyes on Jake.
Logan knew about her obsession with Jake and proposed an opportunity to Nathalie since Jake had what Logan wanted.
They both wanted the same thing, so the only way to take me out of the picture was for Nathalie to strike a deal with Logan.
Logan was aware of Jake’s infidelity and planned the entire scenario to bring them down, all while securing what he truly desired, a contract marriage with me.
As I read through the file, the full extent of their betrayal sinks in.
Logan and Nathalie had carefully plotted every detail, using my emotions and trust as tools to achieve their goals.
My hands tremble as I close the file. I can’t believe I was so blind, so trusting. All this time, I thought I was making decisions for myself.
I feel sick to my stomach as the truth unravels. I don’t know how to confront Logan or if I even want to.
How could I ever face him, knowing that everything between us was built on lies?
Tears continue to flow as I sit there, trying to make sense of it all. My world has been turned upside down, and I don’t know who to trust anymore.
The people I thought I knew, the life I thought I was living, have all been shattered by this cruel revelation.
I clutch my hand to my chest, wondering what kind of sick person I have as a sister. I know we’ve struggled a lot growing up, trying to fit into our roles as sisters.
She has always craved what I have, even though she has everything at her beck and call from our father without even asking.
Nathalie still found a way to envy me, to want what little I had. It was as if nothing was ever enough for her.
Our relationship was always strained, but I never imagined she would go to such lengths to take something away from me.
As I think back on our childhood, I realize that the signs were always there-her jealousy, her need to outshine me in everything.
But I never thought she would betray me like this. To conspire with Logan, to manipulate my life and my emotions, all for her gain-it’s beyond anything I could have imagined.
As for Jake, the hatred I feel for him burns deep. I can’t imagine how he could go to such lengths-having an affair with my sister-when he claimed to love me.
I had dreamt of a happily ever after with him, thinking he ticked every box of what I wanted in a man.
Little did I know that he was secretly betraying me, all the while being with my sister behind my back.
I had believed in our future, in the promises he made to me, and in the love I thought we shared.
As I think about it more, I realize that this wasn’t just about Jake. It was about Nathalie, too.
The sister I tried so hard to connect with, who I thought I could count on, was the one who was stabbing me in the back the entire time.
The two people who should have cared about me the most were the ones who hurt me.
I am so lost in my thoughts and consumed by my hatred for Logan, Nathalie, and Jake that I don’t hear the footsteps echoing in the hallway.
Suddenly, I snap back to reality and quickly make my way under his large mahogany desk, hiding beneath it.
I hold my breath, trying to stay as quiet as possible. My heart hitches in my throat as I hear the footsteps approaching.
The footsteps grow louder, and I can almost feel the vibrations through the floor.
I press myself further into the shadows, hoping whoever is coming will pass by without noticing me.
My thoughts race with anxiety about what might happen if he catches me lurking in his office.
Now and then, I catch a glimpse of his shoes as he paces back and forth near the desk.
My pulse quickens with every step he takes, but I remain still. Then, his phone starts ringing.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asks angrily on the phone. I can tell he’s not a fan of whoever just called him; he sounds pissed.
He’s standing so close to where I’m hiding that I can hear him flipping through a file on his desk. His phone is on speaker, and I’m shocked by what I hear him say.