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The literature teacher standing nearby couldn't help but speak up for me: "Mr. Thorne, could you be mistaken? I never thought she seemed like that kind of person."
Logan's face darkened.
He gave her a cold look.
"Do you know her that well? I'm her lawful husband. I know exactly what she's like."
The teacher was shut down immediately and closed her mouth.
After giving their statements, the group finally went home.
Logan stood still for a few seconds in the doorway.
I used to always leave a light on for him, so no matter how late he came home, he'd see a warm glow.
Now, the living room was pitch black.
He fumbled for the light switch, bumping into the table three times and stumbling twice along the way.
Logan looked at the empty room.
"What game is she playing now?" he muttered.
He stood in the living room for a moment, then took me out of his blocked list.
The disconnected tone rang for a few seconds before Logan hung up.
I watched him frown, pace a couple of circles, and finally send me a text.
"Are you pregnant?"
"Get rid of it. I don't want this kid."
"When are you coming back? Let's set a time."
This child was unexpected.
I knew my marriage was hanging by a thread, almost collapsing.
Why would I bring an unwanted child into this?
That day, Logan was drunk out of his mind at a bar.
On the way back, he gripped my wrist tightly, refusing to let go.
Even in the early days of our marriage, he'd never been that passionate with me.
Until he tore at my clothes, calling out "Chloe."
It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head.
I went cold.
Logan was rough, biting my lower lip, demanding to know why I had left him all those years ago.
I couldn't answer.
For a few moments, I thought he knew it was me.
If it were Chloe, he probably wouldn't have treated her so brutally.
During that rough night, Logan left a child inside me.
If not for what happened later, I would have gotten an abortion.
But when I saw the murderer cut my body into pieces, pulling that unformed, bloody lump from my womb, I couldn't help but cry.
His phone vibrated.
Logan looked at his phone, and his expression suddenly softened.
Chloe's sweet, charming voice came through: "Logan, I'm home."
Logan called her back.
"Tired?"
"Not at all. This month has been the happiest time of my life. Logan, I never thought the promises we made when we were young would actually come true. It still feels like a dream. Too good to be true."
Chloe laughed.
"But, you've been out of touch for a month... won't Sophia be... angry?"
Logan glanced around the empty house, his tone cooling.
"She's not home."
There was a silence on the other end, then she said carefully, "Don't worry. Sophia's a grown woman, she won't get lost. She's probably just throwing a tantrum. I bet she'll be back tomorrow."
"Who's worried? I hope she never comes back," he snorted, his eyes dark.
Chloe asked, "Logan, will you divorce her?"
Logan suddenly went quiet.
After a moment, he said gently, "Chloe, you must be tired. Get some rest, okay?"
The next day, Logan drove to my family's house.
My parents died young.
Only my elderly grandmother remains.
He stood in front of her.
"Grandma, tell Sophia to come out. I need to talk to her."
