Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back

Willow’s POVI dug my fork into my main dish, but when I put the Jamaican jerk chicken into my mouth, it burned. I grimaced. It was far too spicy. I reached for my water while Beatrice smirked.“Too hot for you?” she asked.I didn’t reply. All the food on the table was made to suit Beatrice’s flavor preferences, not mine. I couldn’t tolerate spicy food. As my husband, Logan was supposed to know that.I looked up at Logan. His eyes were boring into me. He was still waiting for an answer as to whether or not I was okay with him divorcing me and marrying Beatrice so she could adopt Zoe.“Well?” Logan prodded, impatience in his voice.I set down my fork and dabbed at my mouth with my napkin.“Divorce is very serious,” I replied. “I don’t think this is the right path. I’m sorry, but Beatrice will have to find someone else to ‘fake marry’.”Logan inhaled a sharp breath at my reply and shook his head.“This is absolutely the right path,” he told me. “How can you not see that? This plan makes

Logan’s POV“Can I have one more piece of cake, Daddy?”I smiled at Leo’s sweet face, smeared in icing, but shook my head.“That’s up to, Mommy,” I told him. “It’s her birthday cake. What do you think, Willow? Can he have…”My voice trailed off as I realized that Willow wasn’t there.“Did she go to the bathroom?” I asked.Beatrice shrugged. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I actually don’t know how long she’s been gone. We were so engaged in our conversation.”“Mommy left a while ago,” Leo said, reaching for the cake.“She did?” I asked, confused. I wondered how long ‘a while’ was. How had I not noticed that Willow was gone?“Did I upset her?” Beatrice asked, a look of concern on her face. “With our request? I didn’t mean to.”I smiled at Beatrice. It was so sweet of her to be concerned about Willow.“Maybe we should just drop it. I mean, the last thing I want to do is upset my sister. We can find another way.”“Nonsense,” I told her, shaking my head. “Willow is just sulking. She’ll get

Willow's PovI had a hard time believing what I was seeing and hearing. I coughed, the sound echoing in the room, and it alerted them both to my presence.Logan's eyes opened, but there was no terror in them. Instead, I saw a flicker of annoyance, as if I had interrupted their sex.Beatrice turned her head, her eyes widening as she saw me. She quickly grabbed the sheet, pulling it up to cover herself, her face turning pale.Logan sat up and frowned at me."Finally came home, I see?" he asked, his tone derisive. "Nice dress," he added, his smile mocking.A wave of dizziness washed over me as I realized how naïve my efforts had been. I'd truly believed that Logan and I still stood a chance, that he'd take one look at me in my sexy designer dress and…I'd been such a fool, I could barely stomach it."You said you were just friends," I told Logan, both my voice and my hands trembling. "You lied. You betrayed me."Logan ran his hands through his hair, then reached out for the bedstand. He o

Willow's Pov Our eyes met and I watched recognition flicker on his face. I could tell he remembered me from the night before.My cheeks immediately burned.I was mortified that I was running into him again, looking like this.At least when we’d met last night, I was dressed decently. But now?I was a mess!I was kneeling on a curb, in a sweat-stained dress, my hair sticking to my forehead, my fingers grimy from trying to fix the suitcase.I froze, not knowing what to say.His eyes darted from my dirty hands to the broken suitcase to the open drain.“Lost a wheel?” he asked, a half-smile tugging at his lips. Clearly he’d put two and two together and realized that my suitcase was broken.“Yes,” I told him, trying to smooth down my unruly hair. I could only imagine what it looked like, with clumps coming undone from my updo and strands clinging to my neck. I was just about to tell him that I couldn’t reach the wheel, when he dropped to one knee.My eyes widened as I watched his expensiv

Willow's POV “What is it? Are you okay?” Luigi asked, his eyes widening.Embarrassed that I’d pinched myself and yelped out loud, I nodded.“I just, um, caught my foot on something. It’s nothing,” I told him.It clearly wasn’t a dream after all.The waiter reappeared to take our order. He displayed the menu on the table and we both leaned in. I instinctively pointed to the pan-seared cod with lemon butter sauce and mushroom risotto. Luigi’s fingertip landed on the same dish at almost exactly the same time.We looked at each in surprise.Luigi smiled and withdrew his hand.“I’ll have the steak, medium rare,” Luigi told the waiter.“Wonderful,” the waiter beamed. “Anything else?”“Actually, can I please have extra capers with my salmon?” I asked.I looked over to see Luigi chuckling.“What?” I asked him, wondering if I’d committed some sort of embarrassing faux pas by ordering extra capers. “Did I do something wrong?”“No,” he replied. “Not at all. It’s just that…that’s how I order my c