Chapter 4

Just as I'd expected, Leighton chose the first option.

It wasn't just because she was afraid of jeopardizing her future, but she couldn't bear to let even the slightest stain tarnish her Moon.

So when Harley came looking for me, I wasn't surprised. In fact, I'd been hoping he would.

I chose a quiet cafe for our meeting. It was a place Leighton and I used to frequent.

Harley looked exactly like he did in the photos he'd posted online—his face still carrying the vitality of youth. However, he also had the flaws that often came with being young. He was bad at keeping secrets.

"You saw the photo I sent, didn't you? We've already slept together."

He clicked his tongue. "I casually mentioned leaving, and she completely lost it. But I should thank you. If you hadn't pushed her so hard, how could she have realized how much better I am?"

Like a rooster puffing up its feathers, he couldn't wait to provoke me into divorcing Leighton.

I simply smiled and let my gaze drift to the watch on his wrist.

"A classic model from Rollo. Leighton really doesn't mind spending money on you."

A smug smile tugged at Harley's lips.

Before he could respond, I continued, "I looked into your family background. You can't afford a six-figure watch.

"Let me educate you on something, kid. The money she spent on you is marital property. If we get divorced, you’ll have to cough up half of it.

"Though I suppose most of it has already been spent by now.

"Or maybe I should pay a visit to your parents. Then everyone in your hometown can find out that you spent your college years as another woman's lover."

The smile froze on Harley's face. He shot to his feet, his previously handsome features instantly twisting with anger.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

I remained seated, yet somehow my presence dominated his.

Just then, Harley, who had been so aggressive moments ago, glanced past me toward something behind my back.

A second later, he grabbed his coffee and splashed it all over his own face.

When he spoke again, his eyes were already wet with tears.

"I'm sorry, sir. Professor Chambers and I really don't have that kind of relationship. I'm about to leave the country. Please stop making things difficult for me."

Hurried footsteps sounded behind me.

I'd never seen Leighton panic like this before. She rushed forward and pulled Harley into her arms, wiping the coffee from his face with obvious concern.

When she looked at me again, her gaze was ice-cold, but because other people were present, she didn't dare say a word against me.

My eyes met hers with mockery.

At that moment, several students who had come with her began speaking all at once. They were obviously Leighton's students. It looked as though they'd just finished a meeting, notebooks still tucked under their arms.

"So this is Professor Chambers' notoriously pathetic husband? No wonder she never wants to go home."

"Living off her money is one thing, but he's suspicious of everything, even Harley who's her star student."

"Exactly. Harley said he was practically forced to leave the country for his studies, and now he's here humiliating him."

With every word they spoke, Harley's eyes welled up further.

Meanwhile, Leighton's face grew paler.

I raised an eyebrow. Before anyone could react, I stepped over to Harley and slammed my fist into his face.

Turning to the students, I smiled.

"See that? If I really wanted to hit him, I wouldn't waste my time with something so harmless and pathetic."

Harley clutched his face and collapsed back into Leighton's arms, desperately suppressing the hatred in his eyes.

Leighton finally snapped. "Enough! Logan, don't push it!"

I was the one pushing it? She hadn't seen anything yet.

Before I could respond, one of the female students who defended Harley shoved me hard.

"What else are you trying to do? Touch him again, and I'm calling the police!"

I lost my balance and crashed to the floor. The back of my head struck the edge of a table, and the world instantly spun around me.

The girl panicked and immediately began telling Leighton she hadn't meant to do it.

Leighton merely looked at me for a long moment. Then, in the end, she said nothing at all, leaving with her students.

Pressing a hand against my throbbing head, I struggled to my feet.

I didn't spare Leighton and Harley a glance as they supported each other on their way out.

Instead, I lifted my gaze toward a concealed spot near the ceiling.