Chapter 3

The next day, feeling slightly better, I immediately called a divorce lawyer and started the asset division process.

With Logan gone, a strange lightness settled over me. Looking back at the last five years, I realized I must have been blind to ever think he was a prize.

My phone chimed with a text. It was a photo from Chloe.

It showed the silhouette of Logan and Chloe kissing against a deep blue ocean at sunset.

I scoffed. If she wanted this piece of trash, she was welcome to keep him.

I blocked her number, saved the photo, and forwarded it to my lawyer, asking if it counted as proof of infidelity.

Unfortunately, my lawyer said the silhouette was too dark to legally prove identity.

Shortly after Chloe sent the picture, Logan called me.

"Claire, didn't you always want to visit the beach? Come over. We're down at Holiday Beach."

As soon as he finished speaking, I heard muffled snickers in the background.

My grip tightened around the phone. "Fine," I gritted out.

I assumed I'd catch them in the act and finally get concrete evidence for the court.

To my surprise, when I arrived, Chloe was nowhere to be seen.

Logan saw me walking toward him and puffed out his chest to his buddies.

"Told you guys. One word from me, and Claire comes running."

I looked at him blankly. He didn't even have the power to make me angry anymore.

His frat-boy circle of friends exchanged awkward glances.

"Hey, Claire. Long time no see," Logan's childhood friend, Tyler, greeted me, raising his cup.

I gave a curt nod. Disappointed that Chloe wasn't around, I turned to leave, but Tyler spoke up again:

"Claire, our companies are about to sign a big partnership. Hope you can put in a good word for us!"

I replied flatly, "I requested a transfer to our Chicago branch. I won't be managing local accounts anymore, so I can't help you."

Two days ago, I had formally submitted my transfer request, and the approval had come through that morning.

Tyler looked awkwardly at Logan. Logan's face darkened instantly as he stepped up to me.

"You're moving to Chicago? Why didn't you tell me?!"

I glanced at him, barely resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Do I need your permission to go anywhere?"

"Of course you do! I'm your husband! Where you go is my decision!"

Logan raised his voice, startling everyone around us.

Tyler quickly jumped in to play peacemaker.

"Logan~"

A sweet, coquettish voice drifted over. Chloe appeared, wearing a tiny, revealing bikini. It was completely different from the outfit in the photo she had sent me.

She knew I was coming, so she had vanished just to change into this.

At dinner, the group gathered around the beach grill.

Chloe sat pressed tightly against Logan. Her chest rested brazenly against his arm as she pouted, begging him to feed her skewers.

The others kept sneaking glances at me, but my face remained an unreadable mask.

I refused to sit next to him. He was filthy.

After dinner, someone pulled out a deck of cards for King's Cup.

The guy who drew the King declared:

"Whoever has the 2 and the 6 has to make out."

Logan flipped his card over. It was a 6.

"Woah! Logan's a 6! Who has the 2? Rules are rules, even if it's two dudes!"

Amid the rowdy cheers, Chloe blushed prettily and flipped her card. A 2.