7
That night, Logan had a business gala to attend. He asked me to go with him.
“We’ve been married for months, and I’ve never had the chance to properly show you off,” he said, his tone pleading.
My first instinct was to refuse. “…You could take your secretary.”
Logan shook his head instantly. “It’s not the same.” He held my gaze. “I won’t ask anyone else. If you don’t go, I’ll go alone.”
I had been cold enough to him during the day. I didn’t know if I loved Logan, but I was constantly overwhel- med by a sense of guilt. It felt like I could never give him what he wanted.
Meeting his burning gaze, I finally relented:
I nodded, murmuring a quiet, “Okay.”
Logan’s face broke into a radiant smile.
