Author's POV

Logan's marital ship with Vivian was on the edge of sinking. There's been nothing except brawls, battles, disagreements, and grudges. Vivian had been at home since she arrived from work, and she was concerned that Logan had not returned. She screamed in frustration and flung her phone onto the sofa.

"Where the hell are you, Logan?" She mumbled between gritted teeth, her fists clenched. She had requested the maids to cook his special meal in the hopes of putting an end to their feud, but with his recent tardiness, she is confident they will hold a long grudge.

Sighing, Vivian got on her feet and paced the sitting...