Chapter 52
Chapter 52
IRENE
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It had been hours, and I’d been in the kitchen trying to get it right. The ridiculous dish Logan asked me to prepare wasn’t working, it was either that! added too much salt or spice or not enough. Gosh, why did cooking have to be this difficult? Now I was even sweating.
“Shit.” I cursed as I cleaned sweat with the back of my palm from my forehead. “Takeout it is. I don’t care if he notices. I can’t do it, and he must understand, and besides…” My hand traveled to my flat belly. “This baby is my ticket; I don’t need to try hard anymore; Logan’s affection will come for this baby.” With that said, I got my phone and then searched for a restaurant on the internet that sold that dish.
“Now I need a shower and–who’s calling me?” I asked myself as I got my phone, which I had earlier placed on the counter after making an order at the restaurant. “Speak.”
“It’s Mr. Miller. I’m following him now; he seems to be driving outside the city.”
“What?”
“I could take a picture, but I let two cars in between us so he couldn’t get suspicious. Do you want me to keep following him?”
“Of course, you should; you need to know who he’s meeting.”
“Alright, I will keep you updated.”
“Good, and make sure to take pictures, especially if it’s that bitch, understood?”
“Yes, Mrs. Miller.
“Good.” I ended the call before slamming the phone on the counter, “Shit!” I cursed as my hands formed into fists; where the hell was he going now, outside the city? Was he perhaps meeting her there? No, it couldn’t be. I hate to admit it, but Patricia seemed to have developed some standards; she wouldn’t just agree to meet Logan whenever he wanted, but what if it was about their son? What if he blackmailed her or something?
“Fuck!” I cursed as I turned and punched into the fridge, specifically the screen, which shut it, and looking at the cracks and the blood on my knuckles, 1 could tell I broke it, but I didn’t care as I again threw my fist into it, now completely shutting it down, as at first the little screen was on.
I was feeling a little better, so I started calming myself down, convincing myself that Logan only went to see her because of the boy.
“Yes, once it’s proven he’s not his son, he will concentrate back on me, and I’ll have him to myself again.” I convinced myself as I continued taking in deep breaths, calming myself down.
“He loves me, he always loved me, he cheated on her with me, he proposed to me even when she was still his wife, he chose me over her, we are going to have a baby, he is very happy about it.” I kept mumbling things that made me feel better.
“I just have to prepare, no!” I slapped my cheek for my stupidity. How could I think of preparing it myself? Did I want him to run into her arms? Did I want him to compare me to her?
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“You’re so stupid sometimes.” I scolded myself, rubbing my cheek, which was tingling in pain; the slap was hard, and since I had pi hand, it caused small cuts on my face. “I have to… order his favorite meal, yes, and then dish it and…” I looked around the kitche had to make the place a little messy, “or maybe I should hire someone to come and prepare it, yes, wow, Irene, you can actually use your brain when you want to.” I patted my head, “Good job.” I said before getting my phone.
I was going to search for private chefs on the internet when I heard the doorbell ring.
Okay, it could only be Logan; maybe he had forgotten his keys. Without thinking, I rushed to the door with a simile on my face, but when I opened it, I was shocked to see it wasn’t Logan but the person I least expected, Poppy. Logan’s best friend’s wife, well, we never really liked each other, so seeing her here was shocking.
“Hi.” She greeted. I could tell from her tone that she didn’t really mean to greet me.
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“Hi, do you want to come in?” I asked with the same energy.
“No,” she forced a smile, making me force mine too.
“Okay, bye then, thank you for stopping by, I…” I almost closed the door, but she held it back. “Yes?” I raised a brow; my fake smile was still there.
“I came to drop this,” she said, making me look down at her left hand, and that’s when I saw she was holding a bottle of wine. Yes, Poppy and I never liked each other, but for the sake of peace, we always pretended to, which was funny as we both knew we would never get along. “As an apology for not showing up the other night at the dinner we invited you to attend,” she said, reminding me of that night, reminding me of the way Logan looked at that bitch. Fuck, did she have to be the pain in everything?
Well, I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, so taking the bottle from her, I thanked her and told her Logan would appreciate it.
“We are actually having dinner tonight; how do you always know what people need?” I made a fake grateful face, “Thank you… Poppy, if that’s all-
“Oh yes, that is all.”
“Greet your husband for me,” I said as I used my other hand to wave. She turned, and I thought she was going to leave when she turned back and said Patricia was back. Well, I pretended to not know who she was talking about when she added they had a son.
“I heard Logan wants to fight for custody. Can-”
“It’s a paternity test, Poppy; he can’t fight for custody when he’s not sure if the boy is even his.”
“I saw the boy, and trust me, no one needs DNA to prove it; our eyes can be DNA this time.” She winked, making me swallow hard as she was fucking right, “Can you imagine what would happen if the judge grants him full custody? I mean, she did keep him from him, which is questionable. He will probably be living with you or maybe Charlotte, and gosh, I-”
“Thank you for the wine, Mrs. Scott,” I said before shutting the door in her face, I couldn’t listen to her anymore.
My whole body was shivering, and I knew if I didn’t reach for the phone within a few minutes, I would lose it, so I quickly rushed to the kitchen and got my phone. I searched for the contact and pressed the call button while taking in deep breaths to take in as much oxygen as possible, as I was now suffocating.
“Mrs. Miller?”
“Change of plan, leave Mr. Miller and do plan B now.”
“Mrs. Miller, are you-?”
“A hundred percent, I want it done tonight, and don’t fail me,” I warned him, and he hesitated before agreeing.
“It will be done tonight.”
“Good.” I said as my lips extended into a smile; I was now suddenly feeling better as I calmed my senses; this was going to solve all my problems.
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