**SLUMBERLAND, IDAHO — 5:00 PM**

Logan’s Point of View~

Opulent chandeliers illuminated the grand dining room of the Michaelson mansion. The entire family sat around a large table that seemed to stretch endlessly. Silence filled the air, broken only by the soft clinking of spoons against polished porcelain plates. The table was laden with exquisite cuisines, fruits, and expensive French wines.

“So, Vivian, how was your stay in Australia? I heard you’re planning to establish your fashion house here in the United States,” my mother asked, breaking the silence as her gaze settled on Vivian.

Vivian beamed, clearly delighted.

With a graceful nod, she replied, “Yes, Mrs. Judith. I had a lot of projects in Australia, but I left them… because of Logan.”

She reached across the table and held my hand. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing a small smile. However, it quickly faded when my father’s gaze met mine.

He clearly wasn’t pleased to see her here.

He believed Vivian was spoiled and mannerless—a woman who valued wealth over genuine love.

But I would make him see the truth. Vivian loved me, no matter what he thought.

And besides… my decision was already made. I was going to marry her.

Vivian had been my girlfriend before—two years together—until she left for Australia to pursue her career as a designer.

My father remained silent, but his silence spoke volumes. He continued eating, his gaze occasionally shifting toward Vivian as she talked effortlessly.

Grandfather—Mr. Gerald—had arranged my marriage to Emily because she once saved his life. She came from a remote part of Texas and rarely spoke about her past. From what I knew, her parents died in an accident, leaving her completely alone.

She had no family.

Grandfather adored her, which was why he forced the marriage. But I couldn’t keep living in a one-sided relationship. I had no interest in her. She meant nothing to me—no status, no reputation… nothing.

“Where is Emily? Isn’t she joining us for dinner?” my father suddenly asked, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room.

I sighed, rolling my eyes as I dropped my fork onto the plate.

“We’re in the middle of processing our divorce, Dad. The certificate will be ready soon.”

My father’s brows shot up. Shock quickly turned to anger as he slammed his goblet onto the table.

“What do you mean, Logan?! Have you lost your mind?!” he demanded, his voice echoing through the room.

My mother quickly intervened, forcing a smile as she placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” she said gently, “as I mentioned before, Emily and Logan were never a good match. Your father forced that marriage, which raised Emily’s expectations. Logan simply ended things because he wasn’t interested.”

“What’s the point of staying in a loveless marriage?” I added firmly, dabbing my lips with a serviette. “Emily hasn’t been happy either. She never got my affection or attention in four years. I’m done—and that’s final.”

My father slowly set his utensils down and drew in a deep breath.

“Emily is one of a kind,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. “She’s kind, loving… and rare. Do you even realize you just threw away something valuable—for this?” He pointed at Vivian.

Vivian’s eyes welled with tears at his words.

Seeing her like that ignited something in me.

“There’s nothing you can do about it, Dad!” I snapped. “It’s my life, and I own it! Vivian is everything I need—not Emily. I’m going to marry her, and that’s final!”

“Marriage isn’t child’s play, son…” my father retorted sharply.

He might think he understood everything—but he knew nothing about love.

My elder brother remained silent throughout, simply observing as he continued eating.

“So you’re divorcing Emily because Vivian is back?” he finally spoke. “And because Grandfather is gone?”

I met his gaze without hesitation.

“Not because Grandfather is gone… but because the love of my life is back. I’ll be announcing our marriage soon—and of course, you’re invited, Dad.”

I glanced at Vivian, who looked at me with admiration and pride.

Dinner ended on a bitter note.

My father stood abruptly, his appetite gone. There was still plenty of food left on his plate as he wiped his mouth with his serviette.

“I hope you don’t regret the decision you made today, son,” he said coldly.

He walked away, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the tiled floor.

His words lingered in my mind long after he left.

For some reason, they felt… heavy.

Unsettling.

But I pushed the feeling aside.

Vivian was all I needed.

I would never regret this.

“Babe… can you drop me off at home now?” Vivian asked softly, stroking my cheek.

I nodded, and she leaned forward to peck my lips.

“Use your latest Rolls-Royce,” she added playfully. “I want my friends to see how rich my fiancé is.”

She smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling.

Something about it made my thoughts feel… off. Disconnected.

Still, I brushed it aside.

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After dropping Vivian at her apartment, I drove back home.

But the uneasy feeling returned.

Why did I feel… empty?

Why did Emily leaving disturb me this much?

A maid hurried toward me, her face filled with concern.

“Mr. Logan! Mrs. Emily has left. She was crying badly—and she didn’t take any of her belongings.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, stunned. I had specifically told the maids to help her pack.

“A young man in a luxurious limousine picked her up,” she added.

My eyes widened.

There was no way Emily could afford—or even know someone with—a car like that.

“Did you see the plate number?” I asked sharply.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

I immediately called my secretary and instructed him to trace the plate number. Out of curiosity—and something else I couldn’t quite name—I told him to investigate Emily’s connection with the man.

“And… she left this behind,” the maid said quietly, handing me the divorce papers.

My gaze dropped to the signature.

She had signed it.

Instead of relief, a strange surge of anger rose within me.

*How dare she sign it so easily?*

My thoughts darkened.

The man in the limousine must be wealthy.

Was I just a stepping stone to her?

Had she been seeing him behind my back while pretending to fix our marriage?

My jaw tightened.

So she was a gold digger after all.

Vivian had been right.

My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What is it, Mark?” I asked impatiently, running a hand through my hair.

“Mr. Logan,” my secretary replied, “I’ve identified the owner of the vehicle. It belongs to Robert Gills, the President of Imperial Holdings. According to my findings, he took Mrs. Emily to the hospital.”

My grip on the phone tightened.

A hospital?

“The hospital refused to release patient details,” he continued, “but a reliable source claims Mrs. Emily underwent surgery… Sir, it appears she may be pregnant.”

The words hit me like a thunderbolt.

My hand dropped to my side as realization crashed over me.

The blood.

I remembered the blood on her thighs that day.

Could Emily… really be pregnant?

“Sir, I’ll gather more information,” Mark added.

I clenched my jaw, my voice turning sharp.

“Find her. Do whatever it takes.”

A pause.

“I want her back.”