But she looks at me with disdain. I wonder what she is doing in my room. Then it occurred to me that she must have been watching me when I rushed in, panicking.
I’m grateful I didn’t say anything out loud, or she would have known the reason for my haste.
“I wonder where Logan found a rabid dog like her as his wife. She is no match for him at all. I thought he could do better, but I can see that leaving him cold at the altar made him settle for someone less. I once believed in his potential to find someone who truly matches him. Instead, he seems to have settled for someone who doesn’t deserve his attention. It’s disappointing to see him compromise on what could have been a better future.” Samantha seethes in anger coming close to me.
Everything in my room turns red as I hear her calling me a rabid dog and wondering where Logan found me.
She gloats about leaving Logan cold at the altar on their wedding day. I want to lunge at her in fury, but I hold back. I need to give her a piece of my mind.
“Does Logan know that you are nothing but a piece of junk that has lost its value, even in the eyes of someone you claim to have left cold at the altar?” I say, stepping closer to her slowly. I can see fear all over her as she cowers.
She tries to compose herself but fails miserably.
“You don’t know anything about me,” she stammers, her voice trembling.
“Oh, I know enough,” I reply, keeping my gaze steady.
“I know that you chose to belittle and abandon him, and now you are back in his house for what?”
She swallows hard, and I see the realization dawning on her that she underestimated me.
I know she thought I was quiet as a dove, trying my best not to intrude on their space and giving them the privacy they needed since I am only bound by contract with Logan. She might have taken me for a fool.
“I will pardon you for calling me a rabid dog and for overstepping your bounds by coming into my bedroom,” I continue.
“But the next time you dare cross my path, which I doubt will happen, I won’t be so nice to you.”
She suddenly gains confidence. “There won’t be a next time because I’m ready to deal with it right now. So, what’s your deal with Logan?” she asks, folding her arms.
I scoff loudly. “You shouldn’t be asking me this question if not for the fact that you’re too dumb to see that I’m his wife,” I say, flashing my ring in her face.
“I know you’re just pained by the fact that he moved on without you.”
She gives a devious laugh. “I am too much of an asset for Logan to move on without me. Have you seen the news lately? They buzz about our relationship, while you,” she looks at me with disdain, “have been stuck in the shadows.”
“I know who you are and what you want from him,” I replied. “One of the reasons I allowed you to continue fooling yourself.”
I see a flicker of fear in her eyes as she backs down. Truth be told, I don’t know the reason for her coming back to Logan’s house.
“I’ll pardon you for coming into my room unannounced, even though I’ve tried my best to avoid you. I will let you go without causing a fuss but now get the hell out of my room,” I boom in anger, pointing towards the door.
She cowers in fear as she makes her way to the door.
Before she leaves the room, she says, “I’ll make sure Logan has absolutely nothing to do with you since you’re so uncultured.”
“Who cares? Just get out,” I reply, pushing her with the door and slamming it shut.
“What the hell,” I mutter as I slump onto the bed, wondering why everything keeps falling apart and why I can’t seem to hold it together.
The conversation I overheard between Logan and Nathalie has me reeling. I can’t explain why Logan is so devious, manipulating me just because he is obsessed with me, as Nathalie said.
I am tired and emotionally drained, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t continue living in this emotional rollercoaster. I need to prioritize my health and that of my child.
I place my hand on my belly, caressing it, when the sudden ringing of my phone brings me out of my reverie.
I don’t know where my phone is, but I can hear the ringing. Tracing the sound, I find it under my pillow.
I’m not much of a phone person, but I retrieve the phone and glance at it. My eyes light up when I see that it’s Sydney calling.
I swipe to receive the call, and her sweet, melodic voice comes through.
“Oh my, Nadine, it’s been a while.”
“Yes, Syd, it’s been a while. How have you been? I’ve missed you so much,” I say, emphasizing the “miss.”
Despite the distance between us, Sydney has come to mean so much to me, and she has been the one making the effort to call. I know I need to do better.
“So what’s up, Nadine? What’s cooking?”
“Nothing much. I’m just here,” I reply.
“Are you having some kind of problem, Nadine?” she asks me out of the blue. I wonder about the reason for the question, but I can tell that she is worried about me.
“Sydney, seriously, I’m fine. I know I haven’t been the best at calling, but I’ll do better,” I say, trying to avoid her concern.
“No, Nadine, I know you’re trying to avoid the question, but I’m concerned about you. I heard that you now work from home. What’s your reason for opting for that?”
I take a deep breath, realizing that Sydney isn’t going to let this go easily.
“I just opted for that so I can do other things,” I admit.
Between everything going on with Logan and trying to manage my well-being, working from home seemed like the best option.
“I understand,” Sydney says softly. “But working from home can be isolating. Are you sure it’s helping, or is it making things worse?”
I pause, considering her words. “It has its pros and cons. On one hand, it gives me more control over my environment and schedule. On the other hand, it does get lonely, and I miss the interaction I used to have at the office.”
“Is that the reason you’re worried, Sydney? Seriously, I’m fine,” I stutter, feeling a presence in my room.
“Sydney, can I please call you back?” I say, hanging up the call immediately without waiting for her reply.
I set the phone down and turned to face the presence I felt. My heart races as I see Logan staring down at me.
The conversation he had on the phone comes crashing down on me as I look at him with disdain.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand. “You’ve avoided me for two damn weeks, and I’m glad if it stays that way,” I say, seething with anger.
He is taken aback by my outburst. I guess he came for something else, but seeing my fury makes him change his mind.
I’m not ready to entertain any of his antics, so I point to the door. “Get the hell out now.”