Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Taking A Risk

Sedona’s POV

I stared at Logan’s response until the words blurred together on the screen. I blinked and felt the hot tears roll down my cheeks. I cleaned it off with my hands as the screen became clearer once more as I reread the text that my soon-to-be ex-husband sent.

“Stop this, Sedona. Why can’t you be more tolerant? Katherine is injured and needs time to recover. Stop being so selfish.” I laughed at this, a bitter sharp laugh that tore from my throat as tears rolled down again as I battled hard to wipe them, but it kept spilling until I was sobbing.

Selfish. He thought I was being selfish.

I was dying, and my husband thought I was being selfish for wanting to see my son, in what might be my last memories before I would head to the great beyond. He called me selfish for wanting to tell him I had cancer.

His thoughts were soon unbelievable as I felt the urge to laugh at how cruel and ridiculous it was. I pressed my hand to my mouth, afraid that if I started laughing I might never stop. Or worse, that the laughter would turn to screaming.

Katherine was injured. A tennis injury. Something that would heal in weeks, maybe months.

I was dying. Three months if I was lucky. Less even, the doctor’s gave an estimate, but I have seen people who thought they had more time, only to drop dead a week later.

But Katherine’s twisted ankle, or whatever godforsaken minor injury had brought her back to Chicago, and straight into my husband’s hand, that was what took priority. That was the kind of heavy and scary injury that demanded both my husband and son, to be at her side 24/7.

My fingers moved across the screen, finally deciding to type what I thought of this entire situation.

“Then take good care of your Katherine.”

I hit send and watched the message turn from “delivered” to “read.” Then I waited. One minute. Two. Five. Ten minutes, I refreshed again, thinking it was network but there was no response.

Of course not. He’d probably already turned his phone off, to avoid talking to me, so I wouldn’t bother him with irrelevant things anymore. Being the kind of man he was, he was too busy being the perfect family with Katherine and Nick to be bothered with his dying wife’s dramatics.

I set the phone down on the bed and looked around the room that had been my room…no, not room anymore. It was time that I spelled out the bitter truth, that I had been too blind to see, my prison for years. Everything in it spoke of wealth and privilege, a design that wouldn’t be found in over 70% of average family houses.

I could note the silk curtains, the designer furniture, the original artwork commissioned by famous artists on the walls. Logan had given me all of this, as if expensive things could substitute for love. Like he was saying, ‘oh here is my wealth, but my heart belongs to Katherine, sorry!’

Maybe to him, he really believed money could substitute for loe. After all, I’d been just another acquisition, hadn’t I? Something to be bought off the market, just because I had the unfortunate fate of being a Tookalike to Katherine. And not just that, he saw me as a manageable Katherine replacement to satisfy his granmotherr’s demands for marriage and an heir.

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