Semua Bab Divorce Countdown: She's Suddenly Falling For Me?: Bab 61 - Bab 70

After scheduling his 8 a.m. appointment, Logan arrived at the hospital right on time the next morning. Following a gastroscopy, he consulted an alternative medicine practitioner as a precaution. Once all the results were in, he finally understood that his stomach was in far worse condition than he'd realized. Alcohol and any form of spicy or irritating food were now strictly off-limits. As for the bleeding, it wasn't considered serious. The doctor explained that it was caused by irritation following yesterday's vomiting episode. The doctor frowned at him and asked, "You weren't exposed to cold, and you didn't eat anything bad. So what exactly made you vomit yesterday?" Faced with the doctor's puzzled look, Logan gave a bitter smile. He didn't know how to explain it. When he and Vivian signed their marriage contract, they hadn't even held a proper ceremony. They had simply gone to the courthouse and registered their marriage. But now, for a man who had openly flirted with

To Logan, Vivian was nothing more than a chapter in his past—an experience marked by effort and emotion. But the past was the past. He refused to let it trap him, to mourn endlessly over a marriage long dissolved. After finally calming his mother down, Logan returned to his room. That evening felt unusually cold. He'd left the window open, and the chill seeped in the moment he stepped inside, numbing his hands and feet. Shivering, he closed the window, and a faint shadow crossed his usually composed expression. He had no desire to attend that engagement party. Vivian hadn't sent the invitation just for the sake of civility. It couldn't be that simple. Things between them had long turned hostile. Now that her so-called one true love was finally by her side, how could she possibly want her former stand-in appearing at the celebration? He would just be an eyesore on her perfect day. Logan considered calling her. But the thought of hearing her voice made his stomach twist. In

Hearing Paige's thoughts align so perfectly with his own, Logan finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The truth was, he had already come to the same conclusion—there was nothing left he couldn't bear. If attending this engagement party meant drawing a clean line between him and Vivian, ensuring she and Julian would finally move on and forget he ever existed, then so be it. What did one more appearance matter? Before he could say anything more, Paige added quickly, "But going alone will only make it more awkward for you. I won't let that happen. I'm still at the airport. I'll book a return flight right now!" Logan rushed to stop her. "No, don't go through the trouble. Why would you come with me? I can handle this on my own." "I don't want you to face it alone," she said firmly. "If we want them to let go, then I'll just pretend to be your girlfriend. You'll look like you've started a new chapter. They're already engaged. What could Julian possibly have to

"When the engagement banquet ends, everything between us ends too. There's no need for further contact. From now on, I won't be attending any of your public events—not as your ex-husband, not as anything at all," Logan said. Each word from Logan was precise and deliberate. He said it in front of everyone—including the press—leaving no room for interpretation. It was a clean break, made public. An unflinching severance of ties. Vivian's hands balled into fists, her breath catching as she stepped forward instinctively. Just as she was about to speak, another hand reached out—faster than hers—and took the gift box from Paige's hands. Vivian froze. Then Julian smiled, calm and composed, as he gave Logan a courteous nod. "Thank you for the gift. We accept it. The engagement ceremony is about to begin. Standing up here any longer wouldn't be appropriate. Why don't you find your seats?" Logan gave a slight nod, took Paige's hand, and led her off the stage without hesitation. T

Paige shook her head weakly. "There's no need to make a fuss. They weren't trying to seriously hurt me. Just a few slaps and punches to scare me off. Told me to stay away from you." Her voice was faint. "No need for a hospital. It's nothing serious." But Logan's brow remained furrowed, his jaw tight with restraint. "No," he said firmly. "You can't ignore this. What if they fractured something and you don't even realize it yet? We're going. You need to be checked." Without waiting for further protest, he helped Paige to her feet. With assistance from the hotel staff, he got her into the car and drove her straight to the hospital. Once she was settled in and attended to, Logan didn't linger. He left the hospital and drove straight to Bruce Damon's place. Bruce was the man Paige had photographed. He was Vivian's longtime bodyguard and project manager. A distant cousin of hers, fiercely loyal, and never once subtle about his disdain for Logan. If Vivian had given the order,