I still had no idea how I was going to explain it to this woman I loved like my own grandmother. A fresh wave of anger washed over me as I remembered how flippantly Logan had dismissed it. In his mind, it was simple: I wouldn't need my job because of the money, and Jenna wouldn't miss me because he’d hire my replacement.
He was practical and rational to a fault. But some things in life—like loyalty and love—couldn't be solved with cold logic. Maybe he’d learn that one day.
Or maybe not.
I was in my room, packing a suitcase, when I heard a key in the front door lock. It was only ten inthe morning—too early for Jenna. That could only mean one person.
The only other person who had a key.
My suspicion was confirmed when a familiar voice called out, "Evy? Are you here?"
I sighed deeply. How long did I think I could avoid my best friend?
"In my room, Cami," I replied.
She appeared in the doorway, wearing the expression of an older sister about to read the riot act to her mischievous sibling. It might seem absurd, since Camila was a year younger, but she’d always been the more sensible one.
"Mother of Logan Turner's secret twins?" she said, cutting straight to the chase.
I sighed again. As Logan's brother's wife, I hoped she was already up to speed, saving me from having to recount the whole sordid tale.
"How much do you know?" I asked.
"That Logan has two daughters he knew nothing about until they were left on his hotel doorstep with a note. Since then, the internet has been a circus, he won't answer Michael's calls, andyouwon't answermine."
"You got married two weeks ago. Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?" I knew they’d only spent a week in Aspen and were back to their routines, but they should still be basking in newlywed bliss, not dealing with family drama.
More blame to add to Logan Turner’s tab.
"We have a daughter, Michael has an architecture firm, and I have a job with deadlines," she retorted, hands on her hips. "So, stop deflecting and tell me how you became the mother of Logan's kids."
“Did you know he went to UCLA?” I asked, stalling.
“I know. So did you… and so did I. But our college was miles from the Medical Department, and even if youhadsomehow met back then… Evelyn, Ilivedwith you. I think I would’ve noticed you being pregnant with twins.”
“Well, you were always buried in your books. Maybe you missed it.”
“Can you just stop and tell me what’s really going on?” Camila pleaded, her patience wearing thin. “Michael went over to Logan’s to get the story, so I’ll hear it one way or another. But I want to hear it from you.”
I gave up and set the suitcase aside, sinking onto the single bed.
“He offered me a million dollars to spend two days confirming I was the girls’ mother and that he never knew about the pregnancy. It was supposed to be just the weekend, but… people started assuming we were a couple, and he ran with it.”
“That son of a bitch!” she cursed. Camila had a short fuse and a vocabulary to match when she was angry.
“Well… his lawyer is drawing up a contract for me to sign tomorrow, and I’m going with him to New York. He’s obsessed with this director position. Apparently, his personal image is a big part of it.”
“I know… I know that story.”
She thought she did, but the circumstances were wildly different. Before they fell in love, Camila and Michael had also faked a relationship, but his motive was noble: to win custody of his daughter. Logan alreadyhadhis daughters; he just didn’t seem to want them.
Camila moved closer, sitting beside me on the bed. “I hope he at least offered you more money for the extended performance.”
“He did. But the initial million was already more than enough to pay off my debts and start over. I never wanted to lie about something this big.”
“Then why did you agree? You could’ve let his directorship dream crash and burn. His family is filthy rich, and he’s already a prestigious doctor. It’s not like heneedsit.”
“I agreed for the girls.”
