or an outdated life.
A family.
My family.
And nobody would ever convince me I was disposable again.
Logan had crossed the ocean to prove he’d moved on.
He returned expecting an empty house.
Instead, he confronted the truth.
The house had never been his.
The money wasn’t his to take.
Our children weren’t possessions.
And I’d never been powerless.
He’d spent a fortune staging a wedding to show the world he no longer needed me.
Ultimately, his most expensive loss wasn’t the house, the money, or even his second
