All Chapters of The Return Of The Ex-pathetic Wife Of Logan Winston : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Harper I drove down to the Brooks villa. My mom asked what happened, and I had to lie, saying that Madam Calantha wanted to renovate the apartment so we would be staying by Logan's side for a while. I felt so ashamed to tell her the truth…. I have stayed in the Winstons for seven good years and yet have nothing to boast about. It's a slap across the face. She hasn't said anything about the lie I composed but I could tell that she didn’t fully believe me. She could sense that something was wrong. Besides, Mr. Bertram had said vacate and not renovate but I was glad she wasn’t persisting on talking about it. She let it slide which I was very grateful for. I was fucking not in the mood to start explaining, that would make me look more pathetic than now. I drove down toward his house, Victoria's words resonating in my head like a taunting echo. “You will never know luxury or taste how it feels," I angrily bite hard on my bottom lips, my hand gripping the steering hard. Agatha lo

Logan. Fucking annoyed, I had to drive toward Oaklane to see Kai instead of heading to the bar. He's like an antidote to my worries and frustration. Being close to him has a way of making me feel this surge of warmth and happiness. So I had to part ways with Bronson and Caleb. They so much wanted to see Kai, especially Bronson because he hadn't seen him before but I assured them later. I can't take them there without Victoria’s permission. I don’t want another argument today. I have had enough with Harper and again, my mom has never spoken with me since that day. He never returned my calls or even responded to my messages. My head is in a mess right now. I parked in front of their house and climbed down. Today is Saturday so he's obviously in the house. I strode forward and knocked twice. And then the door was pushed open and the other lady, I don’t know who she is to them whether friend or not…I have no idea. Her eyes shot up in shock on seeing me. Her trembling hand wanted t

Bronwen. Beep- beep- beep- BEEP-beep-beep. I yawned and picked up my phone. Mom flashing on the screen. I picked it up. “Yes, Mom,” I said, my voice low and drowsy. The ringing tone had just woken me from my sleep. “The apartment that you said she was staying in. Nobody is there!" She uttered. I quickly sat upright in bed, my brow knitting in confusion. “What are you saying, mom?" “The caretaker there said it's a guesthouse.” My face paled at her words. WTF! " Hmm,” I immediately cleared my throat, rubbing my face to remove any traces of sleep still in my eyes. " Where are you now, mom?” "In front of the house.” She replied. I could detect her annoyance and frustration. " Who is with you there?” I asked, my head spinning anxiously. Madam Calantha sighed and spat out. “Mr. Bartram," “Okay, you know what?" I climbed down the bed, my mind was a jumble of thoughts, each one tangling with the next, making it hard to think straight. It felt like I

Back to my office. It's another day for work. I have asked Margaret how she came about to know that wicked woman and she said when she was working in Switzerland. She had come there to eat ahd she happened to be serving her that day… that the woman contributed to her boss scacking her. The gist was long but the fact remains that truly someone else has confirmed how much of a wicked soul that woman is. I told her she was Logan’s mother but my concern was the look on her face after I said that. Her behavior was starting to make me suspicious again. I was starting to feel like there was something that she wasn’t telling me. I breathed out as a knock came on my door. I hope it's not Logan. “Come in." I mumbled and the door opened and Mr. Tom stepped in with a warm smile on his face. But what caught my attention was the young unfamiliar man beside him. He was talking, with broad shoulders with a confident stride. My gaze curiously trailed up to his hair. His dark gaur was p

Logan I lay sprawled on the bed. Bronson and Caleb scattered around me, all of us in our clothes from the night before. The room was a mess, with our shoes and bottles scattered everywhere. We had a long night yesterday, and I was actually paying the price now. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry. I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea washed over me, and I fell back onto the pillow. Bronson and Caleb were snoring softly, oblivious to my misery. They said drinking would help me forget but it only ended up giving me a headache. My head hurts so bad. I lay back down and just as I was starting to drift off to sleep again, my phone rang. I ignored it but the constant beeping had me stirred around. I groaned and grabbed it, hoping it wasn't something serious. But when I stared at the screen with drowsy eyes, I saw my mother's name flashing on it. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should answer it or not. One thing, I was not fit for Madam Calantha's argument this