The edge in his voice is impossible to miss.
Jeremy blinks. “No, no. I didn’t even know she’d be here,” he says quickly. “It was just a coincidence. We ran into each other and started talking.”
Logan looks at me again.
This time his gaze lingers.
I can practically see the gears turning in his head, as he decides whether or not to believe him.
I swallow and turn to Jeremy. “We’ll… think about it,” I say, forcing a polite smile.
Thankfully, he gets the hint.
“Yeah, take your time,” he says. “Nice seeing you both.”
He makes a quick exit, and the second the door shuts behind him, the air in the room shifts.
I cross my arms tightly over my chest, more to keep myself from shaking than anything else. My heart is still racing from the way Logan walked in, from the look on his face.
“What was that?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even and failing. “Do you honestly think I came here to meet with him? Is that what you think of me now?”
Logan’s jaw tightens. A muscle flickers in his cheek, the only sign that anything is happening beneath that controlled exterior. For a moment I think he’s going to snap at me, or deny it, or defend himself.
Instead, he mutters, “I don’t know.”
The words land like a punch to the sternum.
I actually take a step back.
“You don’t know?” I repeat, my voice quieter now, more wounded than angry. “So this is it? This is who we are now? You just assume the worst of me?”
He doesn’t respond, doesn’t argue, doesn’t even look conflicted.
He just stands there, arms crossed, shoulders squared, staring at me like he’s assessing a situation instead of talking to his wife.
And that silence is worse than shouting.
Not angry silence. Not thoughtful silence.
Just… blank.
Like I’m not even worth the effort of a fight anymore.
“I know you asked for space,” I say, forcing the words out past the tightness in my throat. “I know I messed up.”
His eyes finally lift to mine.
There’s no softness in them. No trace of the man who told me he loved me just to say it.
Just distance.
“I know I deserve your anger,” I continue, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to steady it. “I deserve your mistrust. I deserve you being pissed. But just tell me one thing.”
I swallow hard, forcing myself not to look away.
“Are you leaving me?”
Logan
