Tears spilled over her lashes like shattered pearls, violently hitting the handle of her suitcase in a cold, messy splash.
Logan called back instantly. Biting her lip hard, Sloane powered her phone off, shutting out every last shred of hope behind the darkened screen.
*
The moment the call disconnected, Logan practically launched himself out of bed. He barely managed to get his boots on the right feet, threw a t-shirt over his chest, and sprinted toward the hospital like a madman.
Only one thought echoed in his mind: he had to see Sloane, and he needed answers.
He ran into Director Lucas, who was out for his morning jog, right at the hospital entrance.
"What on earth are you doing?" Director Lucas called out.
"I need to grab something upstairs."
Logan took the elevator to Sloane's floor and punched the passcode into her door.
The dorm had been scrubbed clean. Aside from a few stray pots and pans, all of her belongings were gone.
This wasn't a temporary trip for a family emergency; she wasn't coming back.
A terrible sense of dread washed over him.
He yanked open her desk drawer and stared down at the crisp "divorce agreement" resting inside.
Under the current laws, marriages were strictly assigned through the Civil Affairs Bureau's lottery system. The rules were ironclad: couples were required to fulfill their childbearing quota upon receiving their marriage certificate. A divorce was only legally permitted after having children, provided the couple truly couldn't reconcile.
Sloane leaving the divorce papers here sent an unmistakable message—she refused to have his children, she refused to remain his wife, and she wanted out. She was willing to return to a single status, even if it meant paying the exorbitant singles tax, just to escape him.
A sharp, piercing pain ripped through Logan's chest.
He pulled out his phone and tried calling her again, but it went straight to voicemail.
Grabbing the divorce papers, he decided to requisition a military speedboat to chase her down!

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