Goodbye, Mr. Ex-Husband, I Won't Come Back novel Chapter 132

Raelynn

“Cheers to our biggest victory, Ray.”

My parents raised the toast, their faces glowing with the success of their plan.

“Thank you so much, Mom, Dad. I don’t have enough words to express my happiness. I still can’t believe that Tessa is gone from Logan’s life forever.” I leaned back on the sofa with the sparkling liquid in my hand.

“It wasn’t easy to convince that dying man. He refused to help me at first but who says no to money, especially someone who was already on the brink of dying. I only played my only chance.” My mom said.

She wore the biggest smile on her face.

“Mom, still I must say that you played safe. Logan and police couldn’t reach the truth. Your man killed himself in the prison. If he hadn’t killed himself, someone from his gang would kill him later but you convert it in your only chance.” I said.

Logan believed that I had nothing to do with his daughter’s kidnapping.

It was my parents.

“Ray, but she took Lucas with her? He is your son, your only way to win Logan back and make your place in their lives again.” My father frowned.

“Dad, Lucas would never accept me. He is my son but that witch has completely brainwashed him. I don’t have time to waste on a spoiled kid who sees me as a villain. I can make more babies with Logan.” I smirked and they raised their glasses again.

“You’re our daughter, smart and intelligent. We’re confident that you’ll soon make Logan chase you like a lovesick knight again.” My Mom said.

“Let him grieve for some time. It’ll be easier to apply ointment on his emotional wounds later.” I said.

But our celebration was interrupted by a maid.

“Miss Cowper, Mr. Logan Wilferd is here and he wants to see you.” The maid informed me, her head down with fear.

I exchanged looks with my parents. Our smiles disappeared because Logan coming to our house wasn’t a good news.

“You should go first. Please, be patient. His emotional state must be vulnerable.” My Dad advised me.

I placed my glass down and eat a cookie to hide the smell of alcohol before heading to the living room to meet Logan.

My Dad’s prediction was right.

Logan’s facial expressions were hard, his eyes were blank and icy cold as he waited for me. His face gave no expressions when I walked into the living room.

“Hey, Logan.” I pretended myself to look sad and approached him.

“Raelynn, I want truth from you and do not dare to make stories. If you have ever felt something real for me then you must tell me the truth.” He broke the heavy silence in a deadpanned tone.

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