Chapter 5 CAUGHT WITH THAT BITCH.

~ JANE'S POV ~

"Hello, Logan, what's going on? Where have you been?" I blurted the moment he picked up, not letting him get a word in.

Logan hadn't come home since the day he'd uttered those awful divorce words, leaving me alone at my mother's funeral. I'd tried calling endlessly, but he was clearly avoiding me.

After that day, I couldn't truly believe what he was saying. It felt like he owed me at least a reasonable explanation for why he wanted to end our marriage. I had a thousand things I wanted to say, but first, I needed to confirm he was in his office.

"Hello? Are you there?" I asked after a few agonizing moments of silence on his end.

"Have you signed the divorce agreement? Check the mailbox, you'll find it there. I'll come later to pick it up," he said, his voice flat and devoid of warmth.

"Logan, I thought you were joking about all this! Please, let's meet so we can talk this misunderstanding out. Please," I pleaded, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

"Joking? It might seem like a joke to you, but I am dead serious, Jane. I am done with you. Don't call me unless it's about signing the divorce agreement!" he yelled, cutting off the call just as I started to speak again.

My heart shattered, as if a knife had plunged deep, each of his brutal words twisting the blade. I wasn't going to back down. I had to meet Logan, to confront him, to talk this out. I couldn't lose my marriage, the one I'd worked so hard to build. I wouldn't let another woman break my home like this.

My hands instinctively went to my belly. The thought of the tiny life inside me was terrifying. At this point, I felt on the verge of losing everything. I hadn't wanted to tell Logan about the baby, but a second thought gnawed at me: could revealing I was carrying his child make him reconsider the divorce? It was a desperate thought, but it was my only hope. Yes, that was what I was going to do.

I just needed to find a way to see him. From the way he was speaking, I was certain he was in his office. With newfound determination and a surge of courage, I prepared myself for the challenge ahead. I showered, then chose a short black gown with a bold slit at the back, paired with the black heels Logan had bought for me.

I felt empowered, confident, and ready to face whatever lay ahead. Head held high, I left for Logan's office, determined to fight for our marriage.

I soon arrived at the imposing building, a towering structure of glass and steel. As I walked in, memories flooded back: Logan walking in with me, those days I'd bring him lunch to his office. The warmth of those moments was still fresh, but now, our relationship was stone cold.

He'd stopped me from coming to his office months ago, claiming I was "distracting" him from his work.

As I approached the receptionist and headed for the elevator, my hands began to sweat, a tell-tale sign of my nerves. I quickly wiped them on my dress, then stepped inside. I tried to encourage myself that I had nothing to worry about, but my heart hammered, replaying the cold look on Logan's face at the funeral and the harsh sound of his voice on the phone.

Stepping out of the lift, I bumped into Logan's PA, Joseph, who was leaving the floor. "Good morning, ma," he said, his gaze careful as he took me in.

"Good morning, Joseph. I'm here to see Logan. Is he in his office?"

"Yes, he is in, but-" He paused, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

"But what? I hope you're not trying to ask me if I have an appointment to see my own husband?" I interrupted immediately, my tone sharper than I intended.

"No, ma, not at all," he quickly reassured. "He's in the third office on your left."

"Thank you," I said, forcing a brittle smile as I walked, trying to project a confidence I didn't feel. I stood at the door, bracing myself for the conversation inside, a burst of frantic resolve driving me forward.

I forgot to knock. Instead, I simply turned the handle. The door swung open, and I froze on the spot, my breath catching in my throat.

Logan was kissing a woman in his office. I rubbed my eyes, a frantic disbelief seizing me. It wasn't a hallucination.

Logan was indeed kissing someone. But what truly shattered my heart was the way he was holding her, so gentle, so calm. He had never kissed me like that, not even on our wedding day. Tears welled up as recognition hit me like a physical blow: it was Anna, the model, Logan's ex-girlfriend who had left for Paris.

That bitch! I cursed silently. It was finally clear to me. Logan was serious about the divorce, and the return of that bitch was the true motive behind his desire to end our marriage.

The scene in Logan's office felt like a chilling splash of ice water, drenching me in a sudden, harsh reality. I finally understood; maybe he was right. I could never measure up to her standards in Logan's eyes.

He was so utterly consumed, so focused on eating her that he didn't even notice I was standing there, having a front-row seat to their blatant betrayal.

I quietly pulled the door shut, trying not to draw any attention to myself, and rushed out of the building. My mind was a dizzying mess of pain and fury. I hailed a cab and headed straight to the nearest bar, ordering a tequila shot the moment I arrived.

"Easy, young lady," the bartender cautioned, his voice laced with concern, but I downed the shot in one swift, defiant motion.

"A bad day, huh?" he asked. I closed my eyes, fighting back the fresh wave of tears.

"It's just... everything I've done, and it's all been for nothing," I whispered, opening my eyes to signal for another shot.

Determined to drown my sorrows, I gulped the second one. The bartender offered kind words of encouragement, but I just offered a dry, empty smile and thanked him. With each successive shot, my thoughts grew more jumbled, my emotions a chaotic blur.

Was I angrier about the divorce, or Logan's brazen betrayal with Anna? My head spun. I fumbled for my phone and dialed Kate's number.

"Hello, Katie!" I slurred, dissolving into loud, messy sobs.

"Hello? What's the matter? Where are you?" Kate's voice was rushed, filled with alarm.

"Logan is fucking cheating on me with that bitch! I caught them in his office!" I wailed, then suddenly burst into a loud, hysterical laugh. "But you know what? I'm fine!"

"Oh my God, Jane, you're drunk! Where are you? Let me come take you home."

"I'm fine, I can walk home, don't worry!" I insisted, but as I tried to stand, I stumbled, falling back into the chair, utterly too drunk to even move.