Shocked gasps echoed around me, and I could sense the outrage from our parents, but I was over the embarrassment. The most awful moment of my life followed me as the song “Before He Cheats” came on. I gracefully took off my engagement ring and dropped it into a glass of champagne. I walked right out of there, but I didn’t forget to dig my key into the side of my ex-fiancé’s pretty little Audi with four-wheel drive parked right outside.
I’d walk my ass home.
FOUR
Icy Fury
Noelle
“Daddy!” Faith exclaimed as she ran for Logan, hugged his leg, and peered up at him. “See our decorations? Aren’t they great?”
“The best,” Logan said as he stroked her hair and patted her head. “Just like Mommy.”
Logan made eye contact with me, and I rolled my eyes.
“Morning, Logan,” I said.
Jesus Christ. Here we go again. Logan wouldn’t give up in his pursuit of getting me back. He was an egotistical prick, and I’d have nothing to do with him if it weren’t for our daughter. Logan attempted to get to me through Faith multiple times. He insisted he cheated on me once, and it was the dumbest move of his life, but I don’t believe him.
Once a cheater, always a cheater.
Logan wanted us to be a family again, but that would never happen. Especially with the cocky attitude he emitted in everything he did. He gave me the ick, and I deserved better than him. After all these years, I don’t understand what I saw in him. He was my first, but he certainly wouldn’t be my last.
“Afternoon, beautiful. Remember? I’m picking Faith up for lunch,” Logan expressed with a smug attitude.
Asshole.
“I must have lost track of the time while I was outside decorating the house with our daughter and waiting for you to pick her...” I glared at Logan and crossed my arms. “You’re late. Again.”
“Faith, sweetie, why don’t you go get in the car?” Logan said as he pressed the key fob and the car chirped. “Sit in the driver’s seat while you wait.”
I hated when he let Faith do that because every button was there for her to reach, and she wouldn’t know how to stop the vehicle if something were to happen. It was unsafe while he wasn’t paying attention, but he wouldn’t listen to me. Logan called me a helicopter mom.
Faith dashed for the car door.
“Faith, no! I don’t think—” The driver’s door slammed shut.
I headed straight for the car that was running, but Logan grabbed me by my wrist.
“Oh, relax, Noelle. She’ll be fine. Stop being such a worrywart,” Logan said.
I yanked my hand away. “Why do you have to be such an irresponsible dick?”
I got away from Logan while he groaned at me, and I opened the door as Faith’s hand was right near the gearshift. Panicked, I leaned inside and took her hand before she could do anything else and smiled down at her. I didn’t want her to think anything was wrong because none of this was her fault. It was Logan’s.
“Faith, sweetie? Why don’t you wait for Daddy in the back seat?” I expressed.
Faith whined, “But I want to listen to Taylor Swift!”
“Okay. I’ll put on Taylor Swift if you stay in the back seat of the car. Deal?” I held out my hand and waited for her to accept the pact.
“Deal.” Faith smiled and squeezed my hand.
I led Faith to safety in the car’s rear.Whoo. Close call. Too damn risky.
What the hell was Logan thinking?
He wasn’t.
