Chapter Nine: What A Day

Eve’s POV 

I woke up to the bright morning sun kissing my face and a rather loud noise on my door. I didn’t have to wonder who it might be. I knew it must be Logan. 

He made sure to make a lot clear to me last night. 

Unlike most people’s wedding night when they get to explore each other and sweetly repeat their vows to each other in a lovely romantic manner. Mine and Logan’s was far from that. 

It happened to be more of a silent war than an actual wedding night. 

After my encounter at the restroom with Brian, I decided to fix myself up so no one would notice I just got out of a fight. Plus I was more than happy to sign the document. 

Brian has always been a rather not smart and weak guy, and that is exactly why he will always remain a struggling businessman. 

While we were married I tried to encourage him  and give him some ideas about his business, but he would rather listen to his mother than he would to me so I just stopped trying. 

And yesterday, he proved to me once again how dumb he can be. The context of that document is relevant and the investment he wants from my company is never going to happen no matter what he does. 

Brian left immediately. I signed his document and I was making my way out of the restroom when I bumped into Logan. Good thing he missed Brian. Heavens knows what he would have accused me of. 

We had to greet a few people before we headed home for the night and I guess that is where my nightmare must have started from. 

We were given a beautiful house with the most beautiful view of the town by Mr and Mrs Maxwell. I still had a few of my things to move from my fathers house and I wasn’t sure how well Logan must have settled in. 

As for our honeymoon, Logan suggested we put it on hold and probably not even do it at all but we both had a face to keep to the public. 

I also agreed it was a good idea not to go on a honeymoon right now, not only because Logan hates me but also because we just merged some of our company branches and we would have to put in a lot of work to balance it up. 

But my father Arthur has a way of playing his way into my heart. He made me promise him that Logan and I would go for our honeymoon in a few weeks and I couldn't turn down my old man. Now I have no idea how to keep to that promise. 

“Come the hell out two faced!.” I heard Logan at the other side of the door. It was morning. 

We both agreed to stay in  separate rooms or should I rather say I didn’t even have a say in it. 

I slipped out of bed to answer Logan. My body felt heavy and I felt pain on my elbow from my incident with Brian. 

“Good mor..” I didn’t get to complete my sentence  before Logan slammed me to the wall when I opened the door to him. 

“What were you thinking moving my stuff?” He was full of rage.  I saw a piece of broken glass in his hand. I remember the design from last night. It was a beautiful and specially designed jar.  I have no idea how it must have gotten broken. 

Last night when we got to the mansion, I noticed there were a few boxes that needed to be arranged. Since Logan and I spent a better part of the night avoiding ourselves, I decided to take it upon myself to put a few things together. 

I have the habit of putting things together, and that was why I never complained when my ex husbands mother and sister would make me over work and wouldn’t help me do chores in the house. 

I didn’t have any intentions of moving his stuff, so I never did. I just placed the rest of the stuff in the boxes where I thought they would look nice, which includes the broken glass jar with just a few other ornaments and paintings, because I didn’t think he would mind. 

“I.. I didn’t mean to.” I stuttered helplessly. He caught me by surprise. 

“Are you trying to erase what I have left of my brother?” His deep hoarse voice rang in my ear. I have never seen this much rage in his eyes. Not even when he found out I was the arsonist's daughter. That jar must have been very important to him. 

The corner of my eyes gathered tears. I felt helpless. How do I tell Logan that I didn’t break the stuff, let alone tell him I didn’t even know that  it belonged to his late brother. I wouldn’t have touched it at all. 

“Next time you stay far away from my things.”His statement was bold and clear. 

My knees felt weak. 

“Please..Please let go of me Logan.” I finally made a meaningful statement. His eyes were scary. I flinched when he pushed me more against the wall not just because of what he was doing but also because of the injury on my elbow. 

For a few seconds there His eyes showed a glimpse of sadness when he realized I was in pain before going back to being empty. 

“Get dressed and be ready in thirty minutes.” He said and with that he walked away. 

I let out a heavy sign. 

I touch my face to find it wet. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks. I hate how he treats me since he found out about my past, but I have no idea how to make it all go away. I see him suffering and I feel bad for being responsive for his pain. 

I had to get myself together. I was ready in less than thirty minutes, Logan and I would be starting a new project together and I wouldn’t want to be the reason we would be late for the meeting. 

I made my way down the stairs when I I saw a lady in red in my living room.

“Hi Eve.”