Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 11

Chapter 10: Leaving The Fast

Sedona’s POV

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I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I exhaled. There was no use reminiscing about what used to be. I carefully wrapped the tooth back in its tissue paper and placed it in the box with the others. My hands hovered over it, wanting to take it, wanting to keep this piece of my son.

But what was the point? Nick didn’t want me. He’d made that abundantly clear. All these were just reminders of a relationship that had already died and should be left in the past.

I closed the box and put it back in the drawer, exactly where I’d found it.

Let Logan find them someday. Let him explain to Nick, when he was older, that his mother had saved every tooth, had cherished every milestone, had loved him enough to keep him alive even when it made her the villain of his story.

I turned away from the dresser, my vision blurring with tears I refused to shed. I was done crying over people who didn’t want me.

The last drawer I opened was the one in my nightstand. I reached in blindly, expecting to find just the usual items-hand lotion, tissues, the book I’d abandoned months ago, spare changes that I had thrown in there, and forgotten about.

Instead, my fingers closed around something cool and smooth.

I pulled it out and gasped.

The ruby necklace gleamed in my palm, its deep red stones catching the late afternoon light. It was beautiful and expensive. It was not just any necklace that LOgan had bought during our years of marriage as compensation for treating me as invincible. But this was different, although it was worth a fortune, it held more value to me because of who had given it to me.

Grandma Brooke.

Logan’s grandmother had been the only person in the Hayes family who’d ever truly acqepted me. as i was, secrets and all that. Not because I looked like Katherine, not because I’d given birth to an heir, and fulfilled my duties but because she’d actually seen me as a person.

I remembered the day she’d given me this necklace. It had been a week after my wedding, and she’d invited me to tea at her penthouse-just the two of us, without Logan or Sherry or anyone else.

“This belonged to my mother,” Grandma Brooke had said, fastening the necklace around my neck with her aged but steady hands. “And her mother before her. It’s meant for the wife of the Logan family heir.”

“But Sherry-” I’d started.

“Sherry is my daughter-in-law, and I love her, but she’s not the right person for this necklace. You are.” Grandma Brooke had turned me to face the mirror, her hands on my shoulders. “Do you know how I

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I’d shaken my head, overwhelmed by the weight of the gesture and what it had implied

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“Because you have a kind heart, Sedona. + see it in the way you look at my great-grandson, in the way you speak to the staff, in the way you try so hard to make everyone around you comfortable even when you’re clearly uncomfortable yourself.”

She’d squeezed my shoulders gently with love as she continued speaking.

“This family needs kindness. It needs someone who leads with love instead of pride. That’s you, my dear. Not Sherry, not Katherine-you.”

I’d worn the necklace only once after that, and kept it inside my jewerely box for safe keeping, it was too precious for me to be wearing anyhow.

I had made it a habit to be visiting her every month, where I would spend timew, being myself and engage her in conversations or games like chess.

Grandma Brooke had believed I belonged in this family. And that I was worth cherishing but she had been wrong about that. I didn’t belong here, that much was clear now, but she hadn’t been wrong about me having value. About me being worthy of love and respect.

I carefully placed the necklace in my suitcase, wrapping it in a soft scarf for protection. This, at least, I would take. Not because of the money value, but because it represented the one person in this entire nightmare who’d loved me for me.

I took one last look around the bedroom, at the life I was leaving behind. The fancy bed with the expensive linens and decorations. None of it had ever been mine. Not really.

I zipped up my suitcase, which in reality was just one small bag. Everything that mattered fit in one bag. That should have told me something about this life I’d been living.

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