Logan didn’t hesitate. “He arranged it. Paid someone to tamper with the yacht. He stayed nearby so he could jump in and ‘rescue’ you. He wanted you to trust him. He wanted you to fall in love with him. And when you married him—”
“No…” My breath caught. “Logan, that’s… that’s impossible—”
“—he began siphoning money from your company.” Logan slid another stack of documents toward me. “And this… Candela’s employment record. He told her to apply. You unknowingly hired his wife as your personal secretary.”
The room spun. My stomach lurched violently.
“Isabella—” Logan moved forward quickly.
But I was already off the bed, stumbling toward the bathroom. The nausea hit hard, and I barely made it before I started vomiting. My body shook as wave after wave tore through me until there was nothing left but dry heaves and tears.
I gripped the sink, trembling.
He planned everything. Every moment. Even the day I fell in love with him… it was all calculated.
Yet my mind dragged me back to memories I once cherished.
“I’ll always look after you,” he once whispered, brushing my hair aside while we sat on the beach. The moonlight softened his features, making him look gentle, sincere.
“From what?” I teased.
“From anything that tries to hurt you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’ll never face it alone.”
The mornings he woke early to cook breakfast. The nights he held me when sleep wouldn’t come. The quiet promises about building a family together.
Every memory felt poisoned now.
Because suddenly, things I ignored before made sense.
Candela’s perfume clinging to his coat—he said she cried and leaned on him.
The faint lipstick stain on his collar—he laughed it off, saying she tripped and he caught her.
Late-night calls—he told me business emergencies couldn’t wait.
And I believed him.
I thought those breakfasts were love.
I thought tucking me in meant care.
I thought when he said, “You’re my future,” he meant it.
But it was all a lie.
When I finally steadied myself, I looked at Logan, my chest hollow.
“There’s no need for a divorce… right?” My voice sounded distant. “Our marriage… it isn’t even valid.”
Logan nodded slowly. “That’s correct.”