Ex-husband, Get out!

Chapter 3

George raised the bottle in his hand. I took a step back, not thinking much of it, but I accidentally bumped into Rebecca, who was standing beside me. I barely touched her, but she ended up sitting on the floor with a scrape on her knee.

"Fay, are you ever going to stop?" Logan's voice was a low growl. He shoved me aside as if I were some wild animal threatening his precious Rebecca.

"Rebecca, are you okay?" Logan's voice softened, filled with concern as he bent to help her up.

I just stood there, my gaze dropping to the floor. What was happening? How could he look at her that way after everything? I thought back to when he'd been with Rebecca before, and why he ended up with me. If he really loved her, why did he let me replace her? Why had he kept me around for five years, knowing full well I was the second choice?

Logan helped Rebecca to her feet, then shot me a glare, the kind I'd seen a thousand times before.

"Fay, I've already promised you a child. What more do you want from me?"

I swallowed hard, but my voice was steady. "I told you, I don't need it. I won't take the medicine, and I won't marry you. Why can't you just understand that?"

His eyes flared with anger. "Not take it? You don't have a choice!"

With a single glance, Logan signaled to his bodyguards, who immediately stepped forward, grabbing me from behind. I struggled, but they had me pinned in seconds.

"George, make her take the medicine," Logan ordered coldly.

Panic surged through me as George came closer, holding the bottle in his hand. I tried to twist away, desperate, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Logan, I'm pregnant! You can't make me take it!" I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear.

Logan scoffed, as if my words meant nothing. "Fay, we've been careful. There's no way you're pregnant."

His voice was so sure, it made my stomach churn. The contraception had a 5% failure rate, but Logan wasn't even willing to check the facts. I was just a problem to him, something he could push aside when convenient.

George was already twisting the cap off the bottle when I blurted out, "Logan, our baby is only two months old. The prenatal report's in my pocket. Take it out and see for yourself if I'm lying!"

The words hung in the air, and George froze. He glanced up at Logan, waiting for his command.

"Mr. Brooks, if what she says is true..." George started, uncertain.

Logan didn't seem to care about my pregnancy at all. He stared at me, his expression cold and calculating. Then, with a voice like ice, he spoke.

"Then give up the child."