Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 115

Chapter 104: I Am Not Giving Her Up

Logan’s POV

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I stood at the glass wall and watched my wife laugh at something a tall man had said while she carried someone else’s baby, and I felt something move inside me, building up from the moment I saw his hands on what was mine. It was the same familiar feeling that I had a year ago when I saw Catherine talking and laughing with a fellow sports team member on a game I had come to watch and support her in.

I was familiar with that feeling, but finding out this kind of feeling can also come with seeing a man with my wife was something out of the unexpected.

Shoving down that feeling, because it was not going to help me, I kept staring at the man and kept coming back to the realization that he was familiar.

That was what kept snagging me, I knew that posture from somewhere. I’d seen it in a specific context that I couldn’t immediately locate.

Tennis.

The word arrived with the image, recognizing why he looked so familiar, he had played against Catherine

and won.

He was a tennis player.

And Sedona had been a tennis player. Sedona Claire Preston, Pacific Northwest regional champion at sixteen, and had walked away from it, leaving that world behind and getting married to me and not telling me about it. Which means that those two were old friends

She’d known him from before. From the version of herself she’d left behind when she came to Chicago and told me she was an orphan with no family and no past.

His hand was at her waist and she was laughing and the baby was reaching for his collar and the three of

them looked-

They looked like something. I was not going to focus on what that looked like to others because that assumption was wrong, Sedona was not his, she was mine.

I pressed my hand against the glass wall and breathed carefully through the jealousy, I knew I was being irrational, he might just be friends, he might not be there because he loves her or something, just a care visitation from one team mate to another. But what Cameron told me the night before was still nagging

Cameron had said she’d found something better.

I’d decided he was lying, that it was misdirection, that the timeline didn’t support it. And now I was standing at a glass wall watching the evidence of something that I refused to believe because I was under the assumption that even though she left me, she was deeply in love with me and all this could be resolved with a conversation.

She didn’t know I was here.

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Am Not Giving Has Up

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She was fifteen feet away, on the other side of this glass, and she had no idea I was standing here watching her laugh, and some part of men wanted her to see me and register that I was here and that I’d

come.

I stayed at the glass.

Because the version of me that pushed through the door right now was not the version I was trying to be. That version was the one who had dismissed her for years and belittled her and wanted to punch that dude, no that would not make things easier for me and would give her more ammunition to stay from me.

I’d come to Seattle to see her, yes. But I’d also come to be seen differently than I’d been before-to present myself as someone new, who had gone through a change in his life and was ready to start again.

So I stood at the glass.

And I watched.

The man said something else. Sedona’s response was animated-she was disagreeing with him about something, I could tell from the body language, the particular way she held herself when she was making a point she was confident in, the angle of her chin. He was shaking his head, still smiling, the expression of someone who found being argued with by this specific person more entertaining than frustrating.

The baby grabbed a handful of his jacket and he looked down at her again and said something directly to her, apparently consulting her opinion on the matter. The baby responded with what appeared to be decisive commentary that satisfied no one and entertained everyone.

Sedona laughed.

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