The Return Of The Ex-Pathetic Wife Of Logan Winston

Victoria

Thursday, 12:30 pm.

It was noon.

I sat in front of my wall mirror, drying my hair with the hair drier when a sudden memory flashed in my head and I smiled at the thoughts. My heart raced as Doctor Madison Russell's words echoed in my ear like a whispering breeze on a summer day.

"Congratulations, Vicky, you're five weeks pregnant,"

The news came as a shock to me though it excites me at the same time. Winston's family was my worst nightmare, and they never failed to rub it on my face. The fact that they accused me of being barren for not being able to give them an heir throughout my seven years of marriage to their son, Logan, hurts for years.

"Oh, my..... are you serious?" I sounded so happy, this was something that I had always wanted. To prove Winston's household wrong and to maybe pull Logan's attention back to me.

Maybe.... Maybe he will finally find me worthy. And consider me a wife.

"Please don't tell Logan," I begged as an idea clicked into my mind.

And Doctor Madison's left brow furrowed up in confusion, "Why Vicky? This is great news, you have always wanted this. At least Madam Calantha will let you breathe after all."

I know she cares, she knows how desperate I was to get pregnant. She might not know much but she damn knows how worthless the Winston household treats me.

"I know but I want to be the first to tell Logan. His birthday is tomorrow and I just want to surprise him."

She waited for a while before she finally smiled and leaned forward, "That sounds so sweet, I wish you the best, Vicky. Don't worry, you will be fine," Doctor Madison said in a warm tone and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

I stared down at my stomach and stroked it lovingly, and a warmth spread along my body, making a relief smile appear on my lips. It has been seven years of nothing close to beautiful. It has been seven years since I was married to Logan Winston.

However, I feel like this pregnancy will be a breakthrough for me from the harshness of the Winston household, especially from the wrath of Madam Calantha. After all, I am now carrying the apparent heir to the Winston household.

The bundle of joy inside me was too much, I felt so eager to break the news to Logan. I had slept off when Logan came back last night and this morning before I could wake up, he had already left. So I have decided to go visit him in his office today.

I just can't wait to see his reaction when I announce the news to him, this is definitely going to be the hottest topic in the Winston household tonight.

Giggling at the thoughts, I quickly dressed up and hurried out of the room.

I can see our domestic staff running around, cooking, decorating, and getting everywhere ready for the night.

I smiled and glanced around the place, this was going to be a special night.

Letting out a sigh, I entered the car and the chauffeur ignited the engine and drove me toward Logan's office.

The drive was smooth and peaceful with my bubbles of excitement tearing me apart. We were almost closer to our destination when suddenly my phone beeped with a notification.

I pulled it out from my purse and clicked on the link which took me straight to one popular blogger's page. Something was written below an attached reel video.

'THE LEAKED S*X VIDEO OF HARPER JENKINS AND LOGAN WINSTON.'

My head spun around and my heart raced nervously as I pulled my phone toward my face, zooming the write-up to be sure of what I just read.

This is not impossible.

Inching my trembling finger forward, I fearfully clicked on the video and immediately the face of Harper, my step-sister, and Logan came into view.

Her moaning was loud and my phone was on the loudspeaker. I am sure the chauffeur heard it because he instantly glanced at me through the rear mirror.

But I was so engrossed in the scene before me, that my jaw dropped and my eyes widened in shock before tears started dripping down my face.

The comments were also harsh, adding to my insecurities.

"Isn't that Victoria Wintons's step-sister, Harper?"

"Ugh! This s*x is so damn hot, who wouldn't want a man as hot as Logan Winston? Besides I didn't blame Harper, she even got a banging body than the fat ugly wife."

I held my mouth, letting the tears flow down as I sobbed silently. I clutched hard on my phone, refusing to believe what I just saw.

This doesn't have to be true, I was still crying when the chauffeur's voice cut through my thoughts. "We have arrived, ma," he said.

I immediately wiped off my tears and nodded at him.

Without waiting for him to open my side door, I walked out of the car. And my eyes instantly fall on Logan's car parked at the other end of the garage.

That only means one thing: he is still in his office.

Thank goodness because I needed him to look me in the face and tell me that this is just a nightmare, a mistake..... a lie! Anything, he should just tell me anything even if it means lying to me.

I didn't want to believe that this is true, I didn't want him to tell me that he fucked my step-sister.

I hurried inside through the entrance door, and the workers turned to look at me. I can see the pitiful look on their faces, I bet they have already seen the trending news online.

I bit hard shamelessly on my lips to stop the tears from falling. I quickly climbed the stairs and hurried toward his office.

I have always been known as the desperate pathetic ugly fat wife of Logan Winston.

It wasn't long and I stopped at a black door. My heart heaved up and down in panic as I managed to knock twice and Logan promptly said after a while. "Enter." His deep voice causes a shiver to rush down my spine.

I gulped hard, holding the doorknob tight to control myself.

My only mistake was falling in love with him.

I pushed the door open and walked in. There was an eerie tension in the air, my heart throbbing very hard as I approached him.

Logan was sitting behind his desk, typing away on the computer in front of him. Our eyes locked, and his face suddenly turned cold and toxic enough to cringe my bones. I shrink back, nervously clutching my handbag as if my life depended on it.

He rolled his eyes and focused back on what he was doing. "Who let you in?" His cold voice echoed in my ears but I remained quiet, trying to gather my thoughts.

"Was..... Is it true?" I stammered, fighting back my tears.

Logan paused and lifted his brow to glare at me.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" He snapped, his fine chiseled jawline clenching in irritation.

I gulped hard and slowly lifted my phone, "Harper.... The internet."

I had barely completed my words when Logan let out a mocking chuckle. "Yes, it's on the internet. Do you have a problem with the news?"

So he knew..... so it was true.

No, I refuse to believe this!

"No, Logan! Just tell me it is a lie. Tell me you didn't sleep with Harper." I breathed in a gravelly voice, choking on emotions. "Just tell me that they are lying,"

"Are you that dumb?" Logan scoffed, glaring at me before pushing the computer by the side. "What's there not to understand? Was it the fact that I fucked your sister? I enjoyed a night with her, I fucked her senses out."

"No!!" I screamed, allowing the floodgate of my tears to burst open. "Stop, Logan, stop!!" I held my head, and my handbag fell and hit the ground.

But instead of stopping, Logan continued, his tone lacing with mockery. "Nobody is lying," he chuckled and leaned forward. " Everything is true."

I opened my quivering lips to say another word when suddenly my phone beeped again. I switched it on and the next write-up had life drained off my face.

'JUST IN TIME, HARPER JENKINS HAD TAKING TO THE INTERNET TO ANNOUNCE THE ARRIVAL OF HER NEWBORN BABY WITH THE KNOWN BUSINESS TYCOON, LOGAN WINSTON.'

Shocked, broken, and surprised, the phone slipped out of my hand and smashed on the ground.

I quickly snapped my head up, my swollen eyes gawked at him, "She.... Is Harper pregnant?" I asked in disbelief. Where did I go wrong?

"Yes, you heard it, right." A small satisfying smile curled up on his lips. "She did something that you couldn't boast of since our seven years of marriage."

His words hit me like a punch in the face, "How could you? How could you, Logan? What wrong have I done?" I wiped my tears, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Wipe those disgusting tears, how long can you continue to be this dumb? She did what you can't do, you should be congratulating me because that shows that I am not the problem but you." he mocked, glaring at me.

"Logan! She is my damn sister," I choked on my words, trailing off. " Is that how low you can go? Of all people, is my step-sister?"

"ENOUGH!" Logan fumed, silencing me instantly. I dragged a deep shaky breath, feeling a painful lump in my throat.

"I think we are done here. You're free,"

Logan didn't even feel sorry, he glared at me like some piece of trash and pulled out a brown envelope from his side drawer and tossed it at me.

My tears-stricken eyes glanced at the brown envelope on the floor and then back to him.

"Wh.... What's this?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Somehow the envelope scares me.

Logan didn't say anything else and focused back on his computer, maintaining a straight face.

Despite the fear, my curiosity still got the best of me and I reluctantly picked up the envelope and opened it. My eyes trailed along the paper and landed on the bold blue write-up on top 'A DIVORCE AGREEMENT'

I gasped, fresh tears rushing up to my face and before I knew it, I staggered back in disbelief. It felt like the ground had been yanked off my feet.

"What is this?" With trembling lips, I asked, snapping my teary eyes back at him.

Though I know what this is but I wanted him to confirm it.

How could he? What have I done?

He was the one who had cheated on me with Harper, so why is he presenting me a divorce paper?

My reasons for coming here were long forgotten as my world started to fumble before me.

Logan pulled his gaze away from the computer and snickered. "Isn't it obvious, we are divorcing?" He paused and rubbed his temple before a grin appeared on his lips. "I am divorcing you, Victoria. Your presence doesn't matter anymore, Herper now has the heir to the Winston household so now you are free." He sarcastically waved his hands dismissively and turned back to what he was doing.

I wanted to scream yet I just couldn't open my mouth. I felt shocked, beyond broken. His words felt like a sharp blade piercing deep inside my heart, causing my life to flash before my eyes.

Seven years of being with him flashed before my face.

I had always loved him and that's where I think I started getting it all wrong.

All these years, I had tolerated everything; the constant humiliation, the neglect, his sleeping around, the disrespect..... Just name it!

It was too much yet I had pulled through with just one hope, that he did love me back one day.

From the moment I accepted to be the chosen bride by the Winston household, that was where my problem started.

I could still clearly remember everything, the day my father had approached us with the news that the Winston family needed a bride for their son, Logan.

My family wasn't that financially stable. My father's business had gone bankrupt, we could barely feed when Winston approached us.

Mr. Dominick Winston had promised to help our family back to our feet only if my father would be able to give out one of his daughters to his son as his bride.

The news came as a shock to our family and of course my greedy father couldn't let it go. The respect and power that comes with being the only and first inlaw of Winston household.... He just couldn't miss the opportunity.

His plan was to give out, Harper, just to secure a better future for her but surprisingly, Mr. Dominick Winston had chosen me, and as usual that had attracted more hatred for me from my stepmom, Agatha, and my father.

I didn't oppose the idea or fight back because I had always had a secret crush on Logan for years. I was one of his social media fans, I do stalk him in all his social media handles.

You can call me an obsessed fan, yes that was what I was. So when the offer came, I accepted it with open arms. Though not like my opinion matters anyway, whether I accept or not, I will still be given away.

My father despised me after the death of my mother, he blamed me for her death. He said that my mother died trying to save me from the fire outbreak that I caused.

I had lived with that stigma growing up, and the hatred that comes with it.

After the death of my mother, my dad brought in his side chick who happened to be Harper's mother. And ever since then, the house has become a living hell for me.

Who could I complain to? Is it my own father who hates the ground I walk on? Not knowing what to do, I had to buckle up the pain and continue enduring whatever trash they threw on my face.

As a child, I had watched my father showered Harper and her mother with so much love and adoration while I was treated like a stranger.

Growing up, my life was a hell until after the marriage. I had thought that I had escaped my trauma.

But sometimes the world is unfair to some people like me.

I thought that entering the Winston household was the best decision I made but in reality, it was my worst nightmare.

Only Mr. Dominick Winston was good to me and after his death, I had come to realize that Logan had married me against his own will. He only married me because of his father's rules.

One of the rules was to marry me if he didn't want to be stripped off from the Winston family and the other one is that before he could claim his father's properties, he must have had an heir from his supposed wife.

For them, I am just a means for Logan to claim his inheritance.

Though from the look of things, Logan wasn't ready to become a father yet but to secure the properties, he had to play along.

So when years passed and I couldn't give them an heir, everything worsened. Mrs. Calantha Winston doesn't fail to ridicule and rub it in my face.

The marriage was one hell of a thing but I had stayed back hoping for a miracle. I gave up my life, my career, my self-worth.... I gave up everything just to make the marriage work.

Even when he goes around sleeping out with different girls, I still stay back. I still loved him despite the steady humiliation from him and the Winston household.

And when I thought I could save our marriage with the news of my pregnancy, just what they had wanted, he presented me with divorce papers.

What wrong have I done to deserve this kind of treatment for years?

"Wait! You are still standing there, really?" Logan snapped furiously, jolting me back to reality. "Sign those papers and get out of my life, you barren woman!" He snarled, causing my tears to rush down.

Using the back of my palm, I wiped off my tears and swallowed hard.

As much as I wanted to tell him about my pregnancy, I held back my words.

I can't raise my child under the same roof as Harper, I don't want my child to grow up in a toxic environment like I did.

He doesn't want me, it is now obvious.

I think I have to stop fighting for something that wasn't there. I think I have to stop fighting for a man who despises the air that I breathe.

This has always been what they wanted, a way to get me out of the picture and now, I think they have achieved their heart desire.

Harper can now have him all to herself. A mean bastard is undeserving of my love.

I smiled sadly and stared down at the divorce papers. This is what he and the Winston household have always wanted, right?

A means to get rid of me.

I am done being desperate and struggling to fit into their life. For them, I will always be the pathetic, ugly, fat, and naive wife of Logan Winston but not anymore.

I am done being stupid but one thing, they will never get to know about my baby.

Not in this life, not even in the next life to come.

I took up the pen from his desk and went to the column down the document. My heart was breaking as I signed my signature with trembling hands.

"I, Victory Jenkins, acknowledge that I have read, understand, and voluntarily accept the terms of the Divorce Agreement with Logan Winston, dated [20/03/2020]."

I stepped inside the mansion that I had lived in for seven years with Logan. A sad smile curled up on my lips as I glanced around the place.

The domestic staff were done decorating and arranging the whole place for the night.

Tears trailed down my face as my eyes landed on the small wedding picture flame of me and Logan placed in the middle of the dining table.

This is all in the past now, I dragged in a sharp breath and blinked back my tears.

I hurried upstairs, locking the door behind me before screaming into the empty air. I screamed, and yelled, venting out all my frustration.

I can't deny the fact that it hurt.

It hurts so bad, where do I start with the little soul growing inside me?

But again, even if I had to suffer, I will never allow them to know about my baby.

People that don't love me, is it my baby that they will love? Besides, they had always wanted the child just to secure the properties, not anything special.

I let out a sad laugh before pulling out my box and placing it on top of the bed. With a heavy heart, I kept on tossing my clothes inside the box.

I clutched my clothes, sobbing before shoving them inside.

I went to the restroom and picked up my toiletries and shoved everything inside my box.

After packing the essential things that I needed, I zipped my bag and pushed it toward the door. I opened the door to leave but immediately paused in my spot and then turned to look at the room once again.

Tears rushed back into my eyes as memories flashed in my head; it had never been a good memory. Even our sex life was as simple as a weightless wind.

The few times we had had sex was like he had been forced into sleeping with me, there was nothing like foreplay or any pleasure.

I smiled and stared down at my stomach, I stroked it twice. Blinking back my tears.

There is nothing left for me here.

I need to leave before he returns.

I opened the door and started walking down the stairs, dragging my box along with me.

"Good afternoon, madame." Lily, one of my domestic staff, hurried up to me.

Her gaze fell on the box and then back at me. I can see the tears in her eyes, she doesn't need to say much. I already know that they have already seen the news.

"Lily," I smiled at her, holding myself from breaking down.

I can see the pitiful faces of the domestic staff, they looked sad seeing me leave.

I managed to smile at them, struggling not to burst into tears in front of them. I waved at them and opened the door and walked away.

The chauffeur rushed up to me, immediately I stepped outside. "Let me help you with that, madame."

"Is fine, Abraham." For the first time I addressed him by his name, and he paused. The stoic face he had been putting on faded away and concern appeared on his face.

"Where are you going from here?" He asked and I just smiled. "I don't know yet, Abraham."

That's the simple truth, I don't even know where to go from here.

The only thing in my mind is just to keep going, away from anything that has to do with Winston.

"I can still drop you off," he insisted but I shook my head in return. "I will just take a taxi, just be fine, and continue to be good." I patted his shoulder and turned to leave when mistakenly the chain in my handbag got stuck in the hook of his wristwatch.

I tried to force it out and my bag immediately fell to the ground, the hook opening and my stuff poured out on the floor.

Fuck it.

"So sorry, ma, I will help you," Abraham said apologetically and stooped down to help me.

"Is fine," I said and quickly shoved the items back inside my bag without knowing that I left a sealed white envelope behind.

"Madame!" Abraham called from behind but my phone immediately buzzed and I picked it up to see that it was the taxi driver.

"Bye, Abraham." I hollered not stopping and not turning back.

Walking out of the gate, I opened the door and climbed in.

I can see Abraham rushing outside with something in his hand.... I didn't clearly get to see the stuff as the driver drove off.

Silent tears slid down my face, as I stared outside the window.

I had endured watching Logan mess around with other girls for seven years but sleeping with my sister was the height of it all. Not only did he sleep with her but he also got her pregnant.

That was the highest disrespect!

They didn't deserve me, none of them did.

Fuck you all!

I bit hard on my lips and blinked back the tears.

I looked down at my stomach and let out a painful snort of laughter.

I had lived all my life as the desperate wife of Logan Winston and I didn't know that I was losing myself.

"Where do I go from here?" The question continued echoing in my head.

First, I didn't have enough funds to start with.

I might have been married to the hottest and richest billionaire in the city, but my needs were neglected. My stay there was just like an invisible breeze, even my life was neglected as well.

The wife of a cobbler might even be more financially stable than me right now. That's how pathetic I had lived my life.

"Where exactly do I go from here?" Immediately the thought echoed back in my head again, my best friend, Matilda, crossed my mind.

I had cut ties with her after I got married to Logan, she had never loved the Winston family. She hates the way I was treated.

And that made me stop talking to her then thinking that she wasn't happy for me but now I have come to realize what she meant.

I have always been a fool for seven years.

Picking up my phone, I first used the little savings in my account and booked the next flight to Seoul.

I dialed her number, it rang twice but she didn't pick up.

I sighed and dropped my phone by the side of my seat and leaned my head back. If I reach Seoul, what will I do, since Matilda isn't picking?

"Madam, we are almost close to the airport," the taxi driver said, causing my heart to throb faster.

Fuck.... What should I do?

I didn't even have any funds on me right now.

I was lost in my thoughts, but the constant buzzing of my phone snagged my attention.

I glanced at the screen and my heart skipped immediately, it was Matilda.

"Matilda,"

"Vicky," Hearing her voice sent a shiver of warmth into my chest.

"Sorry, I wasn't with my phone when you called. Where are you and besides how have you been?" She sounded so enthusiastic that I chuckled and wiped my tears.

Goodness, I have missed her so much.

"I have divorced Logan," I said and there was a sudden silence from her side.

"Matilda," I called her name after a few minutes of silence.

"Sorry, I am still here, really?" She said, I heard her let out a sigh.

"Yes, I had already booked the next flight to Seoul."

"Wait! Are you serious?" She sounded surprised.

"Yes, I have nowhere to go," I said, waiting with my breath lodged in my throat for her response.

And after a few minutes of prolonged silence, I heard her let out a deep confused sigh.

"You know you are always welcome, I will be waiting for you at the airport." She replied and I let out a sigh of relief.

Even after three years of not talking with each other, her concern for me is still overwhelming.

"Thank you, Matilda," I said in a hoarse voice, before dragging in a deep breath.

"Is nothing, I will be waiting," she said and disconnected the call.

I smiled and dropped my phone by my side, rubbing my stomach as a wide relief smile appeared on my face...... Thank goodness!!!!