The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

I was so angry that I thought I might shake apart from it. I clutched my hands into fists and gave Logan my fiercest growl. Here we were, arguing in the middle of this nice restaurant. I had only wanted to help him, and now I looked like an ass.

I wanted to leave, maybe find a place to eat that didn’t charge an arm and a leg for a sandwich. My stomach gurgled. Hunger made everything worse.

Logan seemed to have noticed. His gaze softened marginally, before he looked away and dabbed at his face with the napkin.

“Go home, Hazel. We’ll speak at the office, tomorrow.”

“Monday, Sir,” I corrected. “It’s the weekend.” I wanted to make sure he didn’t actually want me to come in tomorrow.

“Right. Monday

Glancing at his empty table, I had a feeling like I shouldn’t leave him there like this. Maybe I could see to the bill while he left? But… no. The man had his pride too much of it, sometimes. He didn’t need me to drag this night out any further.

“Goodnight,” I said.

He nodded, still not looking at me.

I turned my feet to the door and left him before I could talk myself into staying. My presence wouldn’t be welcome. If he wanted me to stay, he would have invited me to.

I dropped enough money to cover my bill and tip on my own table, then I saw myself out of the restaurant.

The next morning, I stood in the line at the coffee shop beside Maria. We were having a relatively lazy

Saturday. It was almost noon already but if I didn’t get some caffeine in me, I’d never make it for the rest

of the day.

I hadn’t mentioned my new workload to Maria, though she could tell I was putting in the extra hours. Sharing the nature of the work I was doing for Logan would elicit too many questions I wasn’t ready to

answer.

Honestly, I didn’t want to think about him at all right now.

–

Fortunately – or perhaps unfortunately my life was not short of other drama topics to discuss.

“Are you sure you want to go through with the divorce?” Maria said. “What if you are actually married to man of your dreams?”

“It was a mistake. A clerical error, most likely,” I said. “Someone down at city hall must have put a check mark in the wrong place. Whoever I’m married to is most likely supposed to be married to someone else.” Maria inched closer to me and lowered her voice so others couldn’t hear, “But what about Vegas?”

1 covered my face with both hands and groaned. Would I ever outlive that embarrassment? It was bad enough that I had a one night stand. Would I have been so irresponsible to actually marry someone? Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

That would explain the ring.

God help me.

“The sooner I get divorced, the better,” I said, I checked my watch. Ten to 12. I was meeting Dylan at 3 to discuss next steps. “Dylan’s a good lawyer. I’m sure he’ll be quick about everything.”

“I’m sure he’s eager to get you single,” Maria said, waggling her eyebrows.

I made a show out of rolling my eyes at her.

“But, I’m just saying. You clearly liked this… whoever he was… back in Vegas. What if that was something genuine? Don’t you want to explore that first? Before you sacrifice this relationship without even knowing what you are giving up?”

“It’s not worth it.” I’d already decided. “Love is messy, and it hurts. I’m tired of dealing with all of it. I just want things to go back to how they were before.”

“When your sister was secretly dating your boyfriend, and you were miserable?” Maria asked.

“Yes,” I grumbled. I didn’t really mean it, I just wanted to win an argument for a change.

She shook her head, gracefully letting me have this one. “It will be good for you to spend time with Dylan,” Maria said. “You guys didn’t exactly get a chance to privately talk when he helped out with Elena.”