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I couldn’t stop thinking about the question all day. It lingered in the back of my mind, unanswered, gnawing at me. By the time Logan came to pick me up that afternoon, I still didn’t know what I wanted to do.

And yet, I followed him anyway. Habit was a terrifying thing. Ten years was all it took to tether me to this routine–him, the Mercer Estate, and the unspoken understanding that I would always be there.

“Why are you so quiet?” he asked, glancing at me as he drove. He must have noticed my mood.

I hesitated, my fingers fidgeting with the strap of my bag. Finally, I worked up the courage to say, “Logan, maybe we should-”

Before I could finish, his phone rang.

The car display lit up with an unlisted number. I saw his grip tighten on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening.

It wasn’t like him to look nervous.

I turned to study his face, but his expression was unreadable. Without a word, he tapped the screen, switching the call to Bluetooth. “Hello…. Yeah, I’m on my way.”

The call was brief, but his voice was clipped, his tone unnaturally tense.

When it ended, he glanced at me, his jaw tight. “Elaine, something urgent came up. I can’t take you home.”

I knew what he was going to say before he said it. It wasn’t the first time. Still, foolishly, I’d hoped he’d at least take me back before running off.

My chest ached, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “Is something wrong?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze shifted to the road ahead as he pulled into a temporary parking spot. “Get off here and grab a taxi,” he said, his tone brisk.

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searching for some kind of explanation, but he offered none. He didn’t

Begging for answers would only humiliate me further.

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get home,” he added, already reaching

clutching my backpack as I climbed out of the car.

sidewalk, watching his car merge back into traffic. He didn’t look

From the call to his unwillingness to explain, I could feel it- something wasn’t right. But I didn’t ask.

way home,” he

off.

where

my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Nora, my best

Want to grab dinner?”

and brilliant. She never minced words, which

I said

didn’t even check with Logan first? Did

a little too close to home. For years, I’d lived as if my entire life revolved around Logan. Every plan, every decision–always prefaced with, “Let me check

now?” I

off an address, and I hailed a

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moment she saw me, Nora’s sharp eyes narrowed, “What happened? Did you and Mr. Perfect have a

could confide in, so I told her everything.

finished, her expression darkened. “Men are the worst,” she muttered, stirring her drink with unnecessary force. “He thinks you’re boring? Insipid? As if he’s some kind of prize. Has he even slept with you?”

made my cheeks burn. I shook

If he spent ten years with you

stung because

away and sent me

now, I realized it was because he didn’t want

there a saying? That if a man loved a woman, he’d want

desire her.