Ex-husband, Get out!

Chapter 8

After graduation, Logan and I moved out. With a combined total of just three thousand dollars, we scoured Seion City with real estate agents and finally found a tiny basement apartment on the outskirts. The place was so small that if we both turned around at the same time, we'd bump into each other.

On our first night there, Logan held me close and solemnly promised, "Fay, I'll get you into a big house one day." His sincerity made me giggle uncontrollably. Honestly, I didn't care whether it was a big house or a small one. All that mattered was having Logan by my side.

Having lived on campus and eaten at the cafeteria all throughout school, I didn't know the first thing about cooking. Ordering takeout was too expensive on our salaries, so I had no choice but to learn. Despite how simple it seemed, I just couldn't get it right. My chopping was a mess, and one moment the dish seemed fine, and the next it was burnt. During those months of cooking experiments, Logan was forced to endure my culinary disasters.

Our life was humble, but it was filled with warmth and happiness. In our first year of starting a business, Logan's company hit a rough patch, struggling with cash flow. No matter how many extra jobs I took, I couldn't fill the financial hole.

That's when I remembered the pendant my birth mother had left me, something I had carried since birth. The orphanage director had hinted that my parents might not have abandoned me willingly but because of circumstances beyond their control. Over the years, I'd appeared in the media, hoping my parents would find me, but after two decades, I remained alone.

I pawned the pendant, expecting little. To my surprise, it fetched a significant amount, enough to pull Logan's company from the brink of collapse. Logan promised me that once we were financially stable, he'd buy it back.

We moved into a beautiful house, but the thought of the pendant lingered in my mind. I visited the pawn shop multiple times, but over time, ownership changed, and I never found it again.

One year, at a banquet, I noticed a sophisticated couple who seemed oddly familiar. Amid the chatter, a wealthy woman remarked on the resemblance between me and the lady beside her. The evening ended, and as I waited for Logan in the parking lot, the lady approached me and asked if I had a pendant.

Before I could answer, her daughter arrived in a car, rushing into her mother's arms. The girl glanced at me and then at her mother, pouting. Without saying a word, the woman gently patted her daughter's head and reassured her, "Don't worry, darling. I only have you as my daughter."

When Logan finally arrived, the parking lot was empty except for me. He looked puzzled, noticing my tears. That's when I realized I was crying.

"I thought you had left me," I whispered, reproaching him.

He smiled and pinched my cheek. "Fay, I'll never leave you."

Hearing those words brought me peace. I thought to myself, My Logan will never abandon me.

During a business trip to Kingsland, I unexpectedly ran into Rebecca. She still radiated the same vibrant energy she had in college, but she revealed she was sick with cancer and didn't have much time left.

"Logan, I just came back to the country, and I'm still getting used to things here. If something were to happen to me, no one would find me. Can I stay with you?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope.

I couldn't say no to her. I brought Rebecca to my suburban house while Fay was away on a tour. I thought, Fay loves me so much. Even if she's upset that I'm helping Rebecca, she'll understand eventually. After a few days of this, she'll get over it.

But as Rebecca's health declined, I knew she still had feelings for me, and I had to make sure she was comfortable. So, I temporarily blocked Fay's number.

I didn't expect to see Fay at the hospital. The cold look she gave me and Rebecca was unlike anything I'd seen before. It made me uneasy. But I knew Fay loved me. She'd never leave me. That thought gave me confidence.

The doctor mentioned a new experimental drug, but Rebecca was too fragile to be the first test subject. She couldn't afford to take that kind of risk. Fay, on the other hand, wasn't sick. Even if there were side effects, I was sure she'd be fine.

After hesitating for a moment, I asked Fay to test the drug for Rebecca. I knew Fay's kind heart wouldn't let her watch Rebecca suffer without doing something.

To my surprise, Fay refused. She had never turned me down before, and that angered me a little. But Rebecca, always understanding, advised me not to pressure Fay.

I decided to have George administer the drug to Fay instead. If she was truly carrying my child, she couldn't be so stubborn.

She claimed she was pregnant, but I didn't believe her. When the drug was administered, Fay collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. I rushed to her side, relieved she was still breathing.

But then I noticed the blood. A lot of blood. I had never seen so much blood before. The trail of blood from the ward to the emergency room was nearly flooded with it.

It turned out Fay was pregnant. I thought to myself, She's always so good at lying. Why didn't she lie this time to avoid taking the drug?