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I was still trying to figure out who was pranking me when more calls came in about rings and wedding arrangements.
It wasn’t until then that I realized this wasn’t some random joke. When I pressed for details, I found out the truth–and realized just how crazy Logan truly was.
It was all him.
Logan wasn’t the type to indulge in childish pranks, so I couldn’t help but suspect his actions had an ulterior motive. I called him immediately, my suspicions swirling.
“Logan, what are you trying to do? We’ve broken up. Why are you ordering wedding dresses and rings? Are you trying to disgust me?”
“Don’t think I’m that petty or childish,” Logan replied, his tone calm but firm. “Didn’t you think I didn’t care about you? Didn’t you doubt my love for you? Let’s get married right now. That should prove I only want to be with you, right?”
His words only deepened my disappointment.
“Logan,” I snapped, “do you think loving someone means forcing her into a wedding dress and putting a ring on her finger? Do you even know why I broke up with you?”
He paused for a moment before speaking, his tone indifferent. “Isn’t it just because of Selene?”
“Yes!” I admitted without hesitation. “So, how do you plan to deal with her?”
There was a long silence before he reluctantly replied, “I’ll cut ties with her and get her out of the company. Is that enough?”
His begrudging tone made my blood boil.
“And then what?” I mocked. “You’ll just hide her somewhere else, like a kept woman?”
Logan snapped, his voice rising. “Elaine, that’s enough! How can you be so unreasonable? I’ve told you before–Selene is pregnant and alone. She’s having a tough time. Can’t you feel a little sympathy for
her?”
His fierce tone made me pull the phone away from my ear, but I could still hear his angry growl.
“Elaine,” he continued, “you’re a woman too. What if it were you? What if my family hadn’t taken you in after your parents died? How desperate and helpless would you have been?”
“Taken in?” His words felt like a knife stabbing directly into my heart.
So, in his eyes, I was just an orphan they pitied and offered shelter to?
“So, all your kindness to me was just out of pity?” My voice trembled as I spoke.
Logan hesitated for a moment before replying, “No. That’s not what I meant.”
“Logan, I don’t need your pity. Save your love and affection for someone else. Once, I was an orphan, and you bestowed your feelings on me out of pity.
“But now, Selene is the one in need. Go love her instead.”
I bit my lip hard, my whole body trembling as if I were drenched in icy water.
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It didn’t matter if love had changed or feelings had shifted. People and circumstances were always changing. But realizing that his past kindness was born out of pity crushed me.
“Elaine, you’re being unreasonable. You know that’s not what I meant,” Logan argued,
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Logan. Please, stop bothering me, okay? Let’s end this,” I said, utterly
exhausted.
This post–breakup entanglement was draining me in every way.
Logan scoffed coldly. “Elaine, you’re mine! I’ll never let you go, and you have no right to say no.”
His domineering words made it clear–he simply couldn’t handle rejection.
But I had made up my mind. No matter what he did, I wouldn’t go back on my decision.
“If you don’t mind making a scene, go ahead,” I said before hanging up.
As always, a call with Logan left me emotionally drained. My hands trembled, and I didn’t even notice when Nora came up behind me.
It wasn’t until she handed me a freshly brewed cup of coffee that she finally spoke. “Logan is such a jerk. I never realized how awful he was until now.”
I took a few sips of the coffee. “Turns out, he was just pitying me all along.”
Even though Logan and I had broken up, the good memories of our past still lingered in my heart. But today, his words shattered those memories completely.
Nora gently squeezed my shoulder. “It’s not too late to see him for who he really is.”
I stayed silent.
Nora nudged me. “Do you want to get back at him?”
“What?” I asked, feeling defeated.
Logan’s words had reopened old wounds, exposing the most painful parts of my life.
But he was right about one thing. After my parents died, I was left utterly alone. For a while, I didn’t even want to go home. There were moments I thought about following my parents, just to escape the
pain.
When Ethan and Tessa appeared and hugged me, telling me they’d be my new family, I finally stopped being afraid.
I had clung to them like a lifeline, believing there was still love in the world. When Logan smiled at me for the first time, I mistook his smile for kindness–a beacon of hope.
But now, in hindsight, maybe it wasn’t kindness at all. Maybe it was just mockery.
“You should start dating someone,” Nora suggested. “Or even get married. Show Logan you can live perfectly fine without him. Make him realize you’re not dependent on him.”
She turned me to face her, her gaze intense. “Guys like him need to feel the heat before they understand pain.”
I gave her a bitter smile. “You think this is some kind of TV show where you can just start dating someone to prove a point?”
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“Well, life inspires TV shows. This is the only way to free yourself from Logan and make him snap out of it,” she said firmly.
I lowered my gaze, unsure.
Nora continued, “What about Ashton? He’d be perfect for this.”
“No way!” I shook my head immediately.
Ashton already had feelings for me. If I asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend, he might take it seriously. That would only complicate things further.
“He’s the best choice. The perfect candidate,” Nora insisted.
“Let me think about it,” I muttered, my mind in turmoil.
But Nora wouldn’t let it go. After a few glasses of wine, she was still pushing me. “Call him now. Lay out the terms of faking a relationship. If he doesn’t agree, then forget it.”
“No way. What if he takes it seriously?” I protested.
“What if he’s willing to play along?” Nora countered.
Eventually, the alcohol and Nora’s persistence wore me down, and I dialed Ashton’s number.
“What’s up?” Ashton’s low, husky voice came through the phone.
Swirling the wine in my glass, I asked hesitantly, “Ashton, would you pretend to be my boyfriend? I mean… just a fake one, not for real.”
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