Ex-husband, Get out!

Chapter 9

After graduation, Logan and I left campus together. With only three thousand dollars between us, we scoured Seion City for a place to live. Eventually, we found a small basement apartment on the outskirts. The space was so tiny that we'd bump into each other if we turned around at the same time.

On our first night, Logan held me close and solemnly promised, "Fay, I'll make sure we live in a big house one day." His sincerity made me giggle uncontrollably. Honestly, I didn't care about the size of the house as long as Logan was with me.

Having spent all my years at school eating cafeteria food, I didn't know how to cook. Ordering takeout was too expensive, and with our meager salaries, we couldn't afford it often. So, I had no choice but to learn how to cook.

Though it seemed simple enough, I just couldn't get it right. I chopped ingredients messily, and one minute, the dish seemed fine, and the next, it was burnt. For the first six months, Logan endured my disastrous attempts at cooking. Despite the struggles, our life was humble but filled with warmth and happiness.

The first year of Logan's business wasn't easy. He faced cash flow problems, and no matter how many side gigs I took on, we couldn't keep the company afloat. That's when I remembered the pendant my birth mother had left me. The orphanage director once told me that I'd had the pendant since birth, and it might mean my parents didn't abandon me willingly.

I'd been wearing the pendant for years, hoping it would lead me to my parents, but after two decades, nothing. So, I decided to pawn it. To my surprise, it was worth a significant amount and saved Logan's company from the brink of collapse.

Logan promised that once we were stable, he'd buy it back. Eventually, we moved into a bigger house, but I couldn't stop thinking about the pendant. I went to the pawn shop several times, but it was gone, and I never found it again.

One year later, at a banquet, I saw a couple that looked strangely familiar. The woman made a comment about how much I resembled someone, and it lingered with me. Later, as I was waiting for Logan in the parking lot, the woman approached and asked if I had a pendant. Before I could respond, her daughter rushed into her arms, pouting.

The woman looked at me and said, "Don't worry, darling. You're my only daughter."

When Logan arrived, I was already in tears. "I thought you left me," I said.

He smiled and pinched my cheek. "Fay, I'll never leave you."

Hearing those words, I felt a deep sense of peace. "Logan will never abandon me," I thought.

While on a business trip to Kingsland, I ran into Rebecca again. She was still as bright and full of life as she was in college, but this time, she told me she had cancer and didn't have much time left.

"Logan, I've just returned to the country, and if I die here, no one will find me. Can I stay with you?"

Her hopeful gaze made it hard to say no. I brought her to my suburban home while Fay was away. I thought I'd settle Rebecca in and then figure out how to tell Fay. Fay loved me too much to leave me, so I figured I'd get through this with a few days of deceit.

Rebecca's health worsened, and I knew she still had feelings for me. To make matters more complicated, I temporarily blocked Fay's number.

I never expected to see Fay at the hospital. Her cold gaze toward me and Rebecca sent a chill down my spine. But I knew she loved me, and that gave me confidence.

The doctor mentioned an experimental drug, but Rebecca was too frail to be a test subject. Fay, on the other hand, wasn't sick. I thought, "If anything happens to her, at least it won't be as bad as losing Rebecca."

I hesitated, but then decided to ask Fay to take the drug for Rebecca. To my surprise, she refused. That was the first time she'd ever said no to me. I was angry, but Rebecca told me not to pressure Fay.

I had George administer the drug to Fay, thinking she was just being stubborn. But when she collapsed, I realized something was horribly wrong. Fay was pregnant.

I was stunned. How had I not known? I'd believed her every word before, but now, she was bleeding heavily, and I realized just how much I had wronged her.

On Monday night, I got a call from Lucas Batton, our high school class president.

"Fay, are you in Seion City? We're having a reunion with the neighboring class this Saturday. You were always the most beautiful girl in school, please come!"

Before I could say no, he hung up. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, and I was curious to catch up with everyone. So, I agreed.

Saturday evening, I arrived at the hotel. There were only two empty seats, so I sat down. Lucas, who knew I'd been in a five-year relationship, teased me. "Fay, why didn't your boyfriend come?"

"We broke up," I replied, smiling.

Lucas quickly added, "Well, there's a great single guy here who's had a crush on you for years. Let me introduce you to him when he arrives."

I didn't take him seriously, continuing to chat with my classmates. Suddenly, the door opened, and Logan walked in. He sat down next to me, no longer dressed in fancy clothes, but his presence still made my heart skip a beat.

I stood up, feeling uncomfortable. "Lucas, let's switch seats," I said, making it clear I wasn't ready to sit next to Logan. Lucas quickly moved.

Logan stayed silent, his face unreadable. The evening went on, but after a few rounds of drinks, Lucas, now heavily intoxicated, slung an arm around Logan.

"Logan, what's the deal with you and Fay? You used to watch her dance in high school, right?"

I was puzzled. Logan had never been part of my high school memories. But Logan seemed shocked, frozen in place. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

Lucas was too drunk to answer clearly. "You used to watch a girl dance outside the dance studio, wasn't that Fay? I thought you liked her."

Logan was speechless, and I could tell this wasn't something he'd known before. But it no longer mattered. I decided to leave early.

As I was about to catch a cab, Logan caught up to me, grabbing my arm.

"Fay, we need to talk," he said, his eyes red and puffy. I wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or genuine tears.

I yanked my arm free and replied coldly, "No, we don't."

"Fay, I didn't know it was you. I thought it was Rebecca. I didn't know you were pregnant. If I had known, I would've never let you take the drug. Please forgive me. I promise I'll never hurt you again. I miss you so much."