Chapter 4

Logan let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed across the lobby.

"Sienna, have you lost your mind?"

"I happen to know the owner of The Bistro on Elm. His name is Lin, not Vance."

"You can't even get your lies straight, and you expect me to believe your husband is my CEO?"

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

"I know you're trying to make me jealous, but this is pathetic. Tell you what—"

"Admit you're putting on a show, and dinner tonight is on me. We'll sit down and talk about getting back together."

Hailey chimed in, leaning forward.

"Come on, Sienna, swallow your pride. You know how Logan is—he responds to softness. Just act cute and apologize, and it's over."

I looked between their faces. One brimming with entitlement, the other dripping with malice.

The old, naive Sienna might have fallen for it, genuinely believing that Logan cared.

But that girl died alone at that highway rest stop a year ago.

"I don't need your charity," I said, standing up and grabbing my purse. "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."

Logan stepped out, his arm shooting across my chest to block my path.

His fake smile vanished, replaced by raw irritation.

"Sienna, do you seriously think you're my only option?" his voice turned vicious. "Let me make one thing crystal clear: I'm offering to take you back out of pity for our history."

"If you don't want to, fine! But dropping this high-and-mighty act would do you some good."

I glared at his arm, then shifted my gaze to his face.

"Logan, move your hand."

He didn't budge.

Hailey sighed dramatically from the side.

"Stop throwing a fit, Sienna. You know what kind of man Logan is. He has women lining up for him. Coming all this way to ask you out is already giving you tremendous face."

I scoffed in disbelief. "Hailey, keep your 'face' for yourself. I don't want it."

I moved to step around Logan's arm.

Logan lunged, trailing behind me. "Sienna, I'm asking you for the last time. Are you getting back with me or not?"

I didn't stop.

My silence pushed him over the edge. He grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and struck me hard across the cheek.

Slap!

"Sienna, don't you dare push your luck!"

A burning sting flared across my face, and my ear rang with a deafening buzz.

I cupped my cheek, glaring at him with pure, icy fury.

Logan stood over me, trembling with rage.

"I swallowed my pride to give you a way out! If you had any brains, you'd take it!"

"Otherwise, even if you get on your knees and beg me tomorrow, I won't take you back!"

I slowly dropped my hand, my voice cutting through the air like a razor.

"Logan, who the hell do you think you are?"

"You aren't worth a single hair on my husband's head."

Logan was practically shaking, pointing an aggressive finger at me.

"Fine! Your so-called billionaire husband?"

"Bring him out! Have him stand right here and tell me you're his wife! If he does, I'll walk away and never bother you again!"

I stayed silent.

Julian was already on his way. Once he arrived, Logan would humiliate himself without me lifting a finger.

Seeing my silence, Logan took it as fear.

"Think about it, Sienna. Who would ever marry you?" he sneered. "Look at your family background. Your broke parents—"

Before he could finish, a deep, commanding voice boomed behind him.

"My wife already has a husband."