Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 37

Chapter 35: She’s In Seattle

Logan’s POV

“Grandma told me she looked broken when she went back to the family house to return the heirloom that showed she was the wife of this family. Her exact words.”

I turned to face my mother fully. “She looked broken when she came to say goodbye. And you were the last person to speak to her before that. In our house, when she came home from a hospital where she’d just been told she was dying. And you told her she was nothing. That she was someone who was temporarily holding the position for someone’s else. You called the mother of my child, a placeholder in

her husband’s house…”

“I told her the reality of her situation-”

“You told a dying woman that her husband never loved her and her son would be better off without her.” My voice rose, and I didn’t stop it, shouting at this point as she looked taken back. She did not expect that I would lose my cool with her, especially something that concerned Sedona when she knew how laidback I was, even when people walked all over her.

“You have spent years telling Sedona she wasn’t good enough, that she didn’t belong, that Katherine was superior in every possible way. You spent three years doing it in front of Nick, and then you’re surprised that he started saying it too?. He said what he heard adults saying.”

Sherry’s composure cracked as she tried to defend herself, using half baked excuses. “I was looking out for this family-“.

“You were looking out for your vision of this family, yes. Your version, not the version that was already here. Which didn’t include Sedona. It never included Sedona.” I moved around the desk, closer to my mother, keeping my voice controlled now with effort. “You know what she did, Mom? She saved every one of Nick’s baby teeth. Sewed care labels into every item of clothing I own. Made sure the nanny knew where every medicine was kept in case of emergency. Prepared for every contingency. Made every small thing in this house run smoothly, invisibly, without recognition or thanks. And she did all of this while you were telling her she was worthless and I was busy proving it.”

“Logan-”

“She’s dying somewhere without us. Without Nick. She left her child behind because she believed he hated her, and she believed it because we taught him to see it as a normal thing, where his mum is treated unfairly, like a housemaid, while all attention and care goes to Catherine, a woman who had never known how scary it was, to think Nick wouldn’t survive his infancy.” I heard my own voice break on the last word, and I didn’t try to repair it. This was all my fault, my wife was fdying and I had no idea where to find her.

“You did that. I did that. And I’m not going to sit here and let you tell me the gracious thing is to move on.”

The room was very quiet. My mum looked at her, her mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something but she had no defence yet, her hands gripping her gown tight, making wrinkles show on it.

From somewhere in the house, I could hear the faint sound of the television-Nick, watching his afternoon programs, unaware that his family was falling apart in the next room.

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A figure appeared in the doorway. I glanced at the door expecting to see the nanny, but I saw someone else standing there.

Grandma Brooke stood there, smaller than usual somehow in her cashmere coat, her expression showed that she had been here for a long time and had heard everything and decided to intervene because they’ve heard enough. I hadn’t known she’d come with my mother, hadn’t heard her arrive.

“Sherry,” she said, in the tone she used that required no volume to command attention. “Go check on your grandson.”

My mother opened her mouth, probably to protest or insist that this was between mother and child.

“Now, please.”

Sherry looked between us, seeing that I wasn’t saying anything to help, then shook her head like she thought we were the ones being immature and then gathered her handbag and left the room with the dignity she applied to everything, even backing down from confrontations that were not in her favour.

Brooke came in slowly and lowered herself into the chair across from my desk. I stayed standing, feeling raw and stripped-down and not entirely sure my legs were reliable. So I did not bother to move, just stayed where I was, waiting to hear what Grandma had to say, probably to rub it in my face, because I had been stubborn all along.

“She did mention one thing,” Brooke said, without preamble. “When she came to say goodbye. I’ve been trying to remember if she said anything that might help you find her.”

I moved around the desk immediately. “What did she say?”

“She mentioned going home. Back to her family. And then she said something-I almost didn’t register it at the time, she said it the way people mention something they think is irrelevant. She said the rain in Seattle was different from Chicago.” Brooke met my eyes steadily. “I don’t know if that means anything.”

Seattle.

The word landed like a stone in still water, sending ripples outward as I felt the desperate feeling of hope growing again in my chest despite my pessimism.

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