Chapter 7
He saw the book in my hand.
“A journal? Are you planning on keeping a journal?”
I murmured softly.
“I haven’t written in the past few months. I wanted to keep something to remember me by.”
“Good.”
Logan rested his chin on my shoulder. His voice was quiet.
“I’ll write with you.”
Then he took the journal from my hands, opened the pen and wrote on the first page.
[For my wife, Emily].
My fingers curled inward as I stared at the handsome lines of his face.
The wind drifted gently through the open window, lifting the strands of hair at his forehead and revealing the quiet focus in his expression.
For a moment, it felt like he was truly saying goodbye to me.
I wondered if, when he returned to his true identity, he would remember me.
Would he realize I would be gone by then?
If he found this journal someday, what would he feel when he read it again?
I stayed with Logan at the rental house for several more days.
Each morning when he woke up, he started with the journal.
His handwriting was elegant, the strokes full of weight and emotion, beautiful to look at on the page.
I always timed it just right, sneaking into the bathroom when the pain peaked, quietly swallowing painkillers and vomiting with nothing left in me.
My phone buzzed.
It was another message from Grace.
Since Logan and I had been together over the past few days, she’d gone off the rails, changing numbers nonstop just to send me more abuse.
Every message was full of cruel and disgusting words.
I looked at the screen, then turned the phone off.
I was already the walking dead. What was the point in arguing with her?
At the same time, Logan’s phone had also been vibrating non–stop in the other room. Eventually, clearly annoyed, he walked to the door and answered with strained patience. “Grace, just give me a little more time. Please?”
Her sobs came clearly through the phone, loud enough that I could hear her from across
the room.
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“You haven’t contacted me in days. How do I know you two aren’t doing something behind my back?”
“How could I? You know I care about you the most.”
“Then why go through this whole fake–death stunt? You’re scared she’ll think you’re heartless and leave?”
Logan furrowed his brows.
“Grace…”
“You don’t have to lie to me. I’ve been with you long enough to know you better than anyone. You’re the richest man in the city. If you wanted to get rid of a girl like her, it’d take you no effort at all. But you didn’t. You won’t hurt her.”
Grace’s voice rose with emotion.
“Logan, have you ever thought that maybe she knew the truth from the start and still chose to play along-”
“Grace!”
Logan’s voice snapped low and firm.
She fell silent at his sudden shift in tone.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice growing colder.
“Grace. I explained everything when you came back. We made an agreement. You would give me the time to handle this and once I did, we would get engaged.”
“But the most important condition was this. You were not to see her.”
The line went quiet. Grace didn’t make a sound.
Logan frowned.
“Grace, did you hear me?”
She finally returned in a small, shaken voice.
“Yes… I heard…”
I stood frozen in the bathroom.
Was this… his way of protecting me?
The thought flickered through my mind, but I quickly shook my head with a bitter smile.
How could that be?
Logan’s “death” was announced soon after.
He had stepped out to buy me cupcakes.
Not long after, I received a call from the funeral home.
Chapter 7
