Chapter 5: Make Over

Willow’s POV

Pacing around the hotel room, I found myself unable to settle. I'd checked into a hotel for the night, purposely not going back to the house. Maybe my absence would make Leo and Logan realize that my presence mattered.

I glanced at my phone again.

It was past midnight and still nothing from Logan.

A blend of anger and hurt stewed inside of me. Did I really matter that little? To both of them?

Sleep didn't come to me that night. Instead, I tossed and turned all night, my phone clutched in my hand. When the sun came up and I still hadn't received even a single text from Logan, I curled into a ball on my side.

Remembering the smart watch I'd bought Logan for his birthday, my heart clenched. Just a few days ago, I'd seen it lying on the kitchen table. So I picked it up and looked through his contacts.

Just Beatrice and Leo.

Those were the only contacts in his list.

It was like I'd been completely erased, as both a mother and a wife.

How long did I lay there, drowning in my own self-pity? I had no idea, but it felt like an eternity. It was sometime after 9am when something inside of me snapped.

"No," I said out loud, forcing myself to sit up. "I don't accept this."

Hauling myself out of the bed, I made my way over to the mirror to inspect my face, complete with the tiny crow's feet at the corners of my eyes.

My reflection stared back at me.

I was still beautiful. Sure, my hair could use some highlights. And I was in desperate need of a little highlighter on my cheeks to make them glow.

But with the right make up and the right dress, my face could still turn heads.

I mean, that handsome man had sure seemed to think so last night. He'd given me a compliment, eyed me up and down, told me I was attractive.

Why was I sitting here, in this hotel, wallowing in my own self pity? I'd agreed to a divorce, but it was only to help out Beatrice. Logan and I would get re-married after Zoe's adoption was complete.

If I stayed here, feeling sorry for myself, then I would ruin our relationship beyond repair. Did I really want to do that?

Sure, things hadn't been great between Logan and I for a long time, but wasn't I partly to blame for that? I put very little effort into my appearance. I'd become so fixated on all my household duties.

I'd sort of let myself go.

Maybe if I tried, REALLY tried, Logan and I could get back on track.

So, I left the hotel and went directly to the Versace store downtown. It was noon by the time I got there.

"I need the sexiest dress you have," I told the store clerk.

An hour later, I walked out of the store in a sleek, red, sexy dress. It dove low in the chest, and had a slit up the side that went all the way to my hip. I stopped in at a beauty parlor and told them to 'do me up, but quickly'.

Four women set to work on my hair and make-up, and within half an hour, I looked like a new woman.

I looked like my old self.

I noticed a few heads turn as I walked down the street. I felt powerful, sexy, and more confident than I had in years.

Maybe THIS was what we'd been missing, Logan and I.

I wasn't inferior to Beatrice. I would show Logan. I could still be sexy, still be dazzling, still be the woman I once was.

I got into my car, my spirits high, as I drove to our house. Leo was still at school, and it was Tuesday, which meant that Laura, his friend's mom, was on the car pool rotation for that day.

Logan and I would have the whole house to ourselves for another four hours. This was our chance to rekindle our intimacy.

We'd have hot sex, like we used to. Long, passionate, mind-blowing sex. And Logan would see – I wasn't just a boring housewife.

I was a desirable woman.

My heart raced as I pulled up to the house. I couldn't wait to see the expression on Logan's face when he saw me. I took the front step two at a time, almost ripping the tight dress.

But it didn't matter.

I didn't plan on wearing the dress for long, if you know what I mean.

I dropped my purse and jacket at the door. Logan was probably upstairs in his office, so I crept quietly up the stairs, wanting to surprise him.

When I got to the top of the stairs though, I heard a sound coming from the bedroom.

So I headed that way.

The door was half-closed, so I pushed it open, my heart pounding in my chest, a mischievous smile on my face.

But the moment I opened the door, I felt like a bucket of ice water had just been poured over my head.

Logan was propped against the headboard, his arms above his head, a look of pure bliss on his face.

His eyes were closed, and a satisfied smile played on his lips.

Astride him, Beatrice rode him hard, her moans filling our bedroom.

She wore a flimsy lace teddy lingerie that barely covered her curves, her hips moving with unrestrained lust.

"Yes, just like that," Logan groaned. "You get what I want. You understand me in a way Willow never could."