LOGAN
My goal was to win Patricia back now, so calling in the favor, I asked for roses. It was late, and the shop was already closed, but knowing the owner, he was able to pull some strings, and, after a few minutes, a man arrived holding roses and gave
them to me.
I pulled out a couple of hundred–dollar notes; I don’t know, maybe five or ten, as I didn’t count. After he left, I placed them on the passenger’s seat and drove straight to the apartment.
Patricia always loved me; she had confessed multiple times. Sure, it has been years, but she couldn’t just forget me so easily. and I knew women. I was too adorable to let go. I mean, there was Irene, almost ending her life for me, so I knew I just had to apologize for Patricia to forgive me, and roses would be like icing on the cake.
Parking there, I got out of the car. I first had to make sure she was home before taking the flowers because I was Logan; I don’t go around carrying flowers for ladies and just get away with it; reporters would blog about it. Now I want it to be worth
- it.
I could see light coming from the apartment from the window, which told me she was home. I was going to get back to the car to get the roses when someone called my name. Turning, I was disappointed to see it was Richard, the bastard who was trying too hard to replace me.
“What?”
“I should be asking you that. What are you doing here?” He asked, making me shake my head. “I know who you are.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“And I know why you’re here.”
“Again, excellent work. Now, is Patricia home?”
“Patricia is my wife. Did you just ask if my wife is home?”
“I did; I want to speak to her,” I told him, I mean, with Patricia managing Cooper Publishing and him doing what he liked- managing a software company–1 knew it was a contract, so he wasn’t in our way, maybe their son, but it didn’t matter; at this point, I just wanted Patricia back.
“I know what you did to her, and I am sure speaking to you is the last on her mind right now.”
“Good, we’ll try to make it the second. Listen, man, I really just want to speak to her; she was my wife and-”
“You divorced her.”
“She asked for the divorce; she filed for it.”
“And you were forced to sign it, right?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means stay away from my wife. I don’t ever want to see you near her, and if you come here intending to speak to her, I will call the cops.” He threatened. Well, I don’t know who he thought I was, as clearly he didn’t do his research. I ran the police department here, so calling the cops would be in vain. But he made me realize something: trying to speak to her here won’t work. I had to find another way, so without responding, I got in my car. I heard him ask me to tell Michael to stop the search, but I didn’t respond; instead, I started my car and drove away.
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Chapter 29
Now I was on the road driving home when I remembered Irene might be there; I didn’t really dare to face her. My mind needed to be in a good state so I could be able to think of ways I would win Patricia back, so reversing my car, I drove straight to the company; I was better off there.
It didn’t take long to get there; after parking the car, I got in and headed straight to my office penthouse. I had a meeting online, so I attended, and by the time it was done, it was already late, so after a shower, I went to bed without checking my phone.
The next morning, I got up, and after preparing myself, I went to Mom’s house–I was hungry since I hadn’t eaten last night, and I knew only she could prepare good food.
Well, she was not really my mom; she was more like an aunt since she was married to my uncle, Jack, but she’s been like a mother to me, so I was used to referring to her as my mother.
She was happy to see me, especially since I’ve been ignoring her calls for weeks now. She asked for Irene, but I told her Irene was just doing fine even when I didn’t know for sure, as I hadn’t checked on her for a while now. What’s crazy about it was that I was just fine. Years back, not checking on Irene would make me lose my mind, I guess I had learned that she could just do fine without me.
Mom and I had breakfast; she told me Uncle Jack was already gone to the company, which was pretty early in my opinion.
Everything was going well until she mentioned children.
“Irene can’t have children; you know her condition.”
“I know, and obviously this is the twenty–first century, so you can’t take a second wife, but have you thought of other options?”
“I’m not really interested in children right now,” I answered. Before sipping on my glass of juice.
“Well, you should; you’ve been married for years now, your companies are doing well, and you’ve done what your father wanted. I am sure your mother would be so happy to see you finally have your own family.” She said, and she was right; I wasn’t growing young, and having children was only right, but this wasn’t the time, not now that I had a chance with Patricia, and besides, Irene would never agree to any options, and I really didn’t want to keep her around anymore. I was even thinking of giving her divorce papers if not for Michael’s advice that I give it a little time.
“I know, but bringing this up would just hurt her; she doesn’t want another woman to carry her child.”
“It doesn’t have to be her.”
“What?” Okay, I was shocked. The love Aunt had for Irene was insane, the way she hated Patricia. Sometimes I used to even think she loved Irene more than I loved her, so why would she suggest this?
“All I’m saying is you need your own family; you need a child. If Irene is not comfortable with that, then fine, find a surrogate.”
“But that would hurt her?”
“She will understand, and besides, she doesn’t have to know. Listen, son…” She took my hands into hers. “I loved Irene; I still do, but she’s half a woman now. She doesn’t have a womb, and you, my dear, you need an heir; you need a child to take over, and I’m getting old; your uncle too. You are literally the only one left; do the right thing.” She said, staring straight into my
eyes.
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