Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

SEDONA

I don’t remember the drive home. It was all a blur for me. One moment I was standing on that busy Chicago sidewalk, and the next I was pulling into our driveway, the manila folder was seated on the passenger seat, silently reminding me of my death’s countdown..

Our house-Logan’s house, really, I’d never felt like it was truly mine-loomed before me, filled with expensive decorations and wall to ceiling windows. A monument to wealth and status that had never brought me any warmth.

It hadn’t always been this cold. Once…a long time ago, this was a place that was filled with joy and laughter. I sat in the car for a long moment, remembering when I’d first arrived in Chicago three years ago. I’d been running from my family’s expectations, from the arranged marriage they’d planned with some business partner’s son I’d never even met and they expected me to give my entire life up, just like that. I was supposed to be the obedient daughter, the perfect heiress who would smile and say “I do” to secure another corporate merger.

But I’d wanted more than that. I’d wanted love. Real love.

The car accident had happened on my second day in the city. I’d been so focused on staying hidden,, that I hadn’t been paying attention to the traffic light. The impact had been shocking but not serious, it was just enough to leave me shaken and slightly injured on the side of the road.

And then Logan had appeared, like a knight in shining armour. He’d helped me up, insisted on taking me to the hospital, stayed with me through the examination. When he’d asked about my family, I’d lied and said I was an orphan. It had seemed safer that way, easier than explaining that I was a runaway heiress hiding from one of Seattle’s most prominent families.

Logan had been so kind then. So attentive. We’d fallen into a fast romance, and when he’d proposed after just three months, I’d said yes without hesitation. I thought I’d found my fairy tale, my happily ever after.

I’d been so stupid and naive.

A sharp pain in my abdomen pulled me back to the present, reminding me of what I had. I pressed my hand against my stomach, waiting for it to pass, so I could breathe properly. These pains had been getting worse for months, but I’d dismissed them as stress, as anxiety over the fact that my son and husband were growing distant from me, every passing day.

Now I knew better.

I grabbed the folder and made my way inside, each step feeling heavier than the last. The house was quiet, eerily so. Usually, I’d hear Nick’s laughter echoing through the halls, or the sound of TV playing his favourite cartoons.

But Nick wasn’t here. He was at Disneyland, probably already forgetting I existed.

“Sedona? Is that you?”

+froze. That voice-filled with disdain could only belong to one person.

Sherry appeared in the hallway, Logan’s mother.

“Where’s Nick?” she demanded, her eyes scanning the empty space behind me. “Don’t tell me you left him somewhere again.”

I clutched the folder tighter against my chest as protection. “You should ask your son that question.”

She rose an eyebrow at me. “What’s that supposed to mean? How does a mother not know where her own child is?”

The accusation stung, especially coming so soon after Nick’s cruel words. I felt my composure cracking but forced myself to stay calm.

“Logan took him. Three days ago.”

Sherry pulled out her phone, scrolling through her screen. I watched as her expression shifted from annoyance to something almost… pleased.

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