Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 115

Chapter 104: I Am Not Giving Her Up

Logan’s POV

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.

I watched her laugh and I thought about the labels in the suits and the baby teeth in the box and the pantry ingredients lined up in her handwriting, and I thought about Nick asking if she still loved him, and I thought about a woman who had called me from a hospital waiting room because I was still, despite everything, the person she’d reached for first.

She’d reached for me first.

Cameron could tell me whatever he wanted to tell me. The man in the garden could put his hand wherever he wanted to put it because she was letting him. But weeks ago, when Sedona had needed someone, she had called me. Four times. From a waiting room where she sat alone waiting for a diagnosis that was going to change everything.

She’d called me first.

That meant something. I didn’t know exactly what it meant. But it meant something, and I was not going to decide it meant nothing just because watching her laugh in a garden with someone else’s hand at her back was painful and it would be easier to just leave.

I was not leaving.

I stayed at the glass until she moved further down the garden path and the angle changed enough that I couldn’t see her clearly anymore, and then I stayed a few minutes longer, not looking at anything in particular but not willing to leave, I had seen my wife for the first time in months and the sight of her was a relief, which put down all my other fears to rest, she was sick but she was still alive, and that meant I had a chance to get her back.