Guessing she was about to get off work, he brought the cake and drove to the hospital to pick her up.
The sky was getting dark.
Cars constantly moved in and out of the hospital entrance.
People hurried by, some fraught with worry as they came for treatments, others beaming as they left with clean bills of health.
By seven o'clock, Logan finally spotted that familiar silhouette walking out of the hospital doors.
He was just about to step out of the car to greet her.
Suddenly, she broke into a run in the opposite direction.
In the left parking lot, a tall, well-built man stood leaning against a black SUV.
The man looked to be around thirty-three, with a fair complexion and gold-rimmed glasses that gave him a refined, scholarly air.
Dressed in a crisp grey dress shirt, tailored black slacks, and impeccably polished leather shoes, he exuded effortless class.
He was the complete opposite of someone like Logan.
Sloane rushed toward the man with a bright smile and threw her arms around him.
The man looked equally thrilled, returning the hug and playfully pinching her cheek. They clearly shared a deep, familiar bond.
Logan's expression instantly darkened into a stormy scowl.
He watched in silence as Sloane got into the man's car, and a moment later, the SUV pulled out of the lot and drove off.
Logan sat back in his seat, a heavy knot forming in his chest.
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed with a text from Sloane: *Logan, I'm so sorry, something came up tonight. I'll be home a bit late.*
*
Inside the car, Sloane turned around to warmly embrace Lydia Vance in the backseat.
Lydia was practically vibrating with excitement at seeing her.
"Sloane! I saw you trending online! I had no idea you were such a rockstar surgeon. You've always been the genius of the family!" Lydia squeezed Sloane tightly, planting a dramatic kiss on her cheek.



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