Nadine
Logan wouldn’t let me explain, and I hated that he wouldn’t just listen. My heart ached when he said he had started feeling something for me.
It made me miserable knowing he couldn’t see that I wasn’t the person in that damn picture.
“Get out of here right this minute. I don’t want to see you anywhere near me. I don’t care where you go; you’re dead to me. And as for the contract, I don’t want to have anything to do with you,” he said, his anger pouring out in a rush.
I wanted to scream, to make him understand, but the words caught in my throat. It was as if the ground beneath me had disappeared.
Logan turned away, his expression cold and distant. “I don’t want to hear another word from you, Nadine. Just get out.”
I stared at his back, “Logan, please-”
“Get out!” he shouted, his voice so loud it made me flinch.
“You know what, Logan? Fuck you!” I shouted, my voice trembling with anger.
“Fuck you real good for not letting me explain myself!”
His face was a mix of shock and anger, but I didn’t care anymore. I was done holding back.
“I don’t want you to feel anything for me,” I continued, my words spilling out in a rush.
“I fucking hate your guts right now! Stop being a hypocrite. You have Samantha here, and what have I ever done to you? Nothing!”
I could see him tense up, but I wasn’t finished.
“And you see one picture of me and Asher together, and you lose your mind? How pathetic can you be?”
Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away, refusing to let him see how much he was hurting me.
“Yes, I’ll get out of your sight. And God knows I’ve wanted out of this messy life with you for a long time.”
“You know what, Logan? You’re toxic. And I hate being around toxic people.”
“I’ll go, and heaven knows I will never spend a second of my life thinking about you,” I spat out, my voice shaking with anger.
I took a step closer, not caring about the consequences.
“You, manipulating son of a bitch. Do you think I’ve forgotten the nonsense you pulled? How do you and Nathalie manipulate me? Logan, seriously, gets a life.”
Before I could say more, his voice boomed out, cutting me off.
“Can you just stop all this nonsense?” he roared, his voice echoing through the room.
I froze for a moment, stunned by the intensity of his outburst. But then, I wasn’t about to let him silence me. Not anymore.
“Oh, now you want me to shut the fuck up? Hell no, I won’t!” I yelled, my anger bubbling over. “You don’t believe me? Yes, I met Asher even before I saw him in your house that day, and it w-”
“Shut up, Nadine! I don’t want to fucking hear it!” Logan cut me off again, his voice filled with rage.
“Oh, goddamn you, Logan! Can you just let me say something?” I seethed, my chest tightening with frustration.
“Oh no, Nadine,” he sneered.
“I’m not going to listen to you telling me you met Asher before you saw him in my house and that you both had sex.”
I stepped back, his accusations hitting me hard. I realized at that moment there was nothing I could say that would make him believe me.
The anger, the betrayal-it had consumed him completely, and no amount of truth would change his mind now.
My chest felt tight like I could barely breathe.
I stepped closer to him, anger boiling in my veins.
“Yes, Logan, Asher, and I met before that day, and we fucked real hard. Is that what you want to hear? And yes, it was one of the best sex of my life.”
The words were like poison, but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to hurt him as much as he was hurting me.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash as Logan hurled something against the wall.
The sound echoed through the room, sharp and jarring. His face was twisted in rage, his hands clenched into fists, his whole body trembling with anger.
“Get out!” he shouted, his voice booming with fury. The veins in his neck bulged, and his eyes burned with a fire that made me shiver.
I didn’t flinch. I stood my ground, staring at him with all the defiance I could muster.
But deep down, I knew this was the end. There was nothing left between us but anger and pain.
Without another word, I turned and walked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind me as I feared what Logan might do next.
Once outside, I saw Samantha standing by the door. She had listened to every word of our outburst. She laughed like a maniac.
I just stared at her for a few seconds, my anger and exhaustion too overwhelming to even respond. Then, I strode down the hallway to my room.
Everything that had just happened with Logan came crashing down on me. What was I thinking, talking back and owning up to a crime I didn’t commit?
I rested my back against the door as I slumped to the floor, gripping my chest. A heart-wrenching cry tore from my throat, shaking every part of my body.
The pain was too much to bear, and all I could do was let it out in waves of sobs that seemed to have no end.
I had the part payment of the contract in my account, money I had vowed never to touch.
But now, I had to get away from here. The question of where to go taunted me. I couldn’t go to my dad-no, never.
My mom was in the hospital, but thank God she was well now, so I didn’t have to worry about her health anymore.
I had no one, and I hated the idea of dumping my problems on other people. I wasn’t ready to take anything that had Logan’s name attached to it.
I changed into more comfortable clothes, grabbed just my essentials, and walked out the door.
The house was suddenly quiet, and as I looked around, it hit me how much of a hellhole I’d been living in.
What the fuck was I thinking when I agreed to a contract marriage with Logan? And the worst part was, I didn’t even make any effort to research him before diving in.
“You are so dumb, Nadine,” I whisper to myself as I keep walking out of this hellhole.
I’ve sacrificed so much for people, and no one has ever bothered to sacrifice anything for me.
Growing up, my father didn’t want anything to do with me. As time went on, my sister craved everything I wanted, and it drove a wedge between us.
Then Jake happened, and now Logan. I can’t seem to figure out what life has in store for me, and it’s exhausting.
I had no idea where I was going. I just kept walking until I ended up at the park. It’s strange how I always find myself here when I’m feeling down.
I looked around and started to appreciate the peaceful view. I didn’t want to keep moping and risk breaking down in front of strangers. The last thing I needed was someone asking me what was wrong.
I swallowed hard, trying to push back the lump in my chest as I sat quietly.
I focused on the calm sounds of the park, trying to clear my mind while I thought about my choices and where I had gonewrong.
Then my phone rang. I wondered aloud who could be calling me. When I saw the caller ID, my heart sank.