I look up, panic still gripping my heart, wondering who’s burst into my living room.
But as my eyes land on Ethan, my racing heart calms a bit.
He scans the room, taking in the hefty men and Logan, his jaw clenched.
Then, his eyes lock onto mine, and his expression softens. He rushes to my side in an instant.
I can sense the underlying tension between Ethan and Logan. Logan’s gaze is fixed on Ethan, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, making me wonder if it’s just jealousy or something more.
But I push those thoughts aside and focus on Ethan.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, as he wraps a protective arm around me.
I nod, still trying to process everything, “I’m fine. His men came to help,” I say, nodding towards Logan without wanting to say his name.
Ethan’s gaze shifts to Logan, and I can sense the tension between them. But Logan’s smirk catches my attention.
He looks like he knows a secret, something we don’t. His expression is infuriatingly calm. With Logan, you can never be too sure what’s going on.
Logan’s smirk grows wider, and he raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the unease he’s causing.
Ethan’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer to Logan. And I can sense a confrontation brewing.
I place a hand on Ethan’s arm, trying to calm him down. “It’s okay, let’s just focus on what happened,” I say, trying to diffuse the situation. But Ethan’s gaze remains fixed on Logan.
Just as the tension between Ethan and Logan is becoming unbearable, a sudden knock on the door startles us all.
I stare at the door, unsure of what to expect. I’m not ready to move, frozen in fear of who is knocking.
Ethan strode towards the door to check.
The sound of Ethan’s muffled conversation at the door breaks my reverie, and I wonder who it could be.
As the door opens wider, three police officers walk in, their eyes scanning the room.
I sat up straight, wondering how they found out about the chaos in my apartment. Did someone call them? Did Logan’s men report the incident?
The officers’ gazes linger on Logan, who’s still leaning against the wall, his smirk now replaced with a look of indifference. Then, they turn to Ethan, who’s standing by the door.
One of the officers steps forward, his hand resting on his hip. “Good evening, folks. We received a report of a disturbance at this address. Can anyone tell us what’s going on here?”
Logan rises from his leaning position, he gestures to the officers, inviting them in with a sweeping arm as if he owns the house. “Please, come in. Do your job,” he says.
Ethan quickly intervenes, his words tumbling out in a rush. “No, officer, everything is alright. No one is hurt. It’s all taken care of.” The urgency in his voice startles me, his eyes darting between the officers and Logan.
I stare at Ethan in shock, my mind racing with questions. Why is he trying to prevent the officers from doing their job? Doesn’t he want them to investigate the break-in? It’s clear that something is off, and Ethan’s behavior only adds to the mystery.
The officers exchange skeptical glances, one of them takes a step forward, his hand on his hip.
“Sir, we need to assess the situation and make statements. We can’t just leave without doing our job.”
Logan’s voice cuts through the tension. “Oh, no, officer, please, come in and ask Mrs. West questions that will help apprehend the perpetrators.” His eyes lock onto mine, intense and piercing.
The officer turns to me. “Mrs. West, are you okay? We need to make sure you’re in a state to talk about what happened.”
I nod, still trying to process the events unfolding before me. The title “Mrs. West” feels strange, it’s a life I thought I’d left behind.
The officer pulls out a notebook and pen. “Can you explain everything that happened, ma’am?” he asks.
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I was at home when… when someone broke in. I don’t know how they got in. Logan’s men were here, and they… they stopped him.” My words falter, unsure of how much to reveal.
Logan’s eyes didn’t leave mine, encouraging me to continue. But I get the hint to be cautious about what I say.
The officer nods, his pen scribbling notes on his pad. “Can you describe the intruder? And what happened when Logan’s men arrived?”
I hesitate, unsure how much to reveal. But something about the officer’s kind eyes puts me at ease.
“The intruder was… standing in my kitchen, his back turned to me… then I hit him. When Logan’s men arrived, they… they took care of him.”
Ethan’s expression turns skeptical, his eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to read between the lines.
The officer looks up from his notes, his gaze shifting between us. “And can you tell me more about Logan’s men? Who are they, exactly?”
Logan steps forward, his voice is smooth as silk. “My men are… security experts. They’re here to protect Mrs. West and our son.”
I recall Logan’s persistence in assigning a bodyguard to me during my time in New York. I had brushed it off, confident in my ability to handle myself. But now, I realize how foolish that was.
The officer’s voice brings me back to the present. “Have you noticed anything strange happening around you lately?” he asks.
As I search my memory for any other unusual incidents, I recall the uneasy feeling I had while shopping for household items.
I had felt like I was being watched, but I had dismissed it as paranoia, attributing it to my recent move back to New York.
I glance at Ethan, but his tense expression catches my attention. He’s looking at me intently as if wondering if I’ll reveal something I haven’t shared with him.
And I realize I need to be cautious. I shake my head, saying “no” to the officer’s question, and Ethan’s tension seems to dissipate.
He sighs in relief, but my mind starts racing with doubts.
Could Ethan be involved in today’s attack? I push the thought aside, not wanting to believe it. But the seed of doubt has been planted.
The officer’s voice breaks the silence, “Okay, Mrs. West, we’ll need to take a formal statement from you. Can you come down to the station tomorrow?”
I nod, still lost in thought.
I reflect on my time with Ethan, I struggle to find any reason to doubt him. He’s always been kind and protective.
But this new, tense Ethan is unsettling, and a nagging feeling warns me to be cautious.
Suddenly, I remember the bodyguard who took the intruder away. “Wait,” I say, turning to the officers.
“Logan’s bodyguard, he took the intruder away. You should speak with him, he might know something.”
The officers exchange a glance, and one of them nods. “We’ll look into it, Mrs. West. Thank you for the information.”
As Logan stands up to thank the officers, his stand exudes confidence and authority.
“Thanks for stopping by,” he says, shaking each of their hands firmly. “My men will come to the station with the intruder. He was apprehended, and I want the full wrath of the law on him.”
But my attention is drawn to Ethan, whose reaction makes me tense. His eyes narrow, and his jaw clenches, as if he’s grinding his teeth.
His gaze flicks to Logan, then to me, and for a moment, I sense a flash of anger in his eyes.