Chapter 2

Having said his piece, Logan carried Bianca to the bathroom to help her relieve herself. Then, he personally changed her into her pajamas.

Apart from Logan, who else would help his housekeeper pee, let alone bathe her and dress her?

In the past, I had suggested we hire a dedicated caregiver to take care of Bianca. Yet, he'd refused, claiming he couldn't trust anyone else to look after her.

At this point, how could I still lie to myself that there was nothing going on between them?

A bitter taste spread through my mouth. When I focused on it, I realized it was the metallic tang of blood.

I'd unknowingly bitten my own lip until it bled.

Logan seemed to have forgotten Dad's exact words when he urged us to have a child. "If you two aren't planning on having a baby right now, don't waste Vi's best years. Let her stay with me and pursue her PhD first. If not, give me a grandchild!"

Logan and I had been married for three years. Hence, in a sense, it was still early on in our marriage.

I didn't want to have a long-distance relationship so soon after tying the knot. I simply wanted to build a happy little home with him.

Logan and I had planned this pregnancy and had actively tried for a baby. If it weren't for Bianca, I probably would have carried the pregnancy to term just as we'd planned.

In hindsight, I had allowed my love for this family to overshadow my own dreams and buried myself in the process.

The giggles from the room next door were especially grating, pricking my heart like needles. I picked up my phone and sent my dad, Lucas Dixon, a message. "I'm not having a baby anymore, Dad. I'm going to Meridia to pursue my studies."

Dad instantly called me. I had nothing to hide, but I no longer wanted Logan to meddle in my affairs, so I hurriedly hung up the phone.

Logan had appeared behind me at some point. "Who called you? Why didn't you dare to answer it?" he demanded.

"Dad."

He clearly didn't believe me. "Is that so? Why wouldn't you pick up a call from Lucas?"

He made a move to snatch my phone.

I pulled it out of his reach, but he pinned my hand down like a madman. "You're hiding something from me."

"Regardless of whether I'm hiding something from you or not, it has nothing to do with you anymore."

"No matter what, I'm your husband, Violet!"

He gripped my wrist so tightly that my bones and tendons ached, and my hand went numb.

Yet, I was just as stubborn. No matter how hard he tried to snatch my phone away, I refused to let it go.

Just then, my phone chimed. It was likely another message from Dad.

Logan hauled me off the bed, and my phone slipped from my hand, crashing to the floor and shattering with a sharp crack.

His eyes burned with a hint of fury. "I just wanted to look at your phone, Violet. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Are you jealous because my life's been revolving around Bee? Is this your way of getting my attention?"

So, he was well aware that his life had revolved around another woman.

If he thought I was jealous, he was mistaken. That was the old me.

I'd seen through him, and I no longer cared to hold on to him. "Don't flatter yourself. You can take care of Bianca to your heart's content. I couldn't care less."

Logan was far from pleased with that response. He was about to speak when a frightened voice from the room next door sparked instant panic in him. "Logan, are you there? It's so dark in here, and I just had a nightmare… Can you stay with me tonight?"

"Don't be afraid. I'm coming!" he responded.