Marry The Billionaire Again

"Josephine, you deserve an Oscar.. If you didn’t want everything to fall apart, why didn’t you just come clean back when it mattered? You’ve just been pining after Logan this whole time, haven’t you? I’m handing him over to you, so cut the bullcrap and stop parading your little act in front of me," Michelle said icily, yanking her hand away.

Josephine stumbled back a few steps, and Logan caught her right before she fell. "You okay?" he asked.

Michelle smirked to herself. How did she miss it before? The girl just came out of major surgery, and she still managed to fake this whole helpless act? Logan was really that naive?

"Logan, don’t worry about me. Just… get this sorted with Michelle. I never meant to come between you two," Josephine breathed, tears spilling down her cheeks, all soft and broken to tug at his heartstrings.

Michelle sank back against the pillows and turned her face away, but the next second Logan wrenched her right back up. His expression was ice cold, dark menace glinting in his eyes. "Apologize to Josephine."

"Apologize for what?" Michelle shot back, her glare never leaving his face. "I’m giving you full permission to be with her. Is that a crime now?"

Logan’s brows slammed down, his gaze cutting through her like a knife, like he wanted to rip her apart piece by piece. "Michelle, pushing my buttons won’t get you anywhere. Maybe you don’t care what happens to you anymore, but your grandma…"

Smack!

Michelle slapped him so hard her palm stung, fire blazing in her eyes. "Don’t you dare use my grandma as a bargaining chip. If you hurt her, I will never forgive you. Not ever."

You could cut the tension in the hospital room with a knife. Logan just stood there, frowning, frozen as he stared at her. When the hell had this woman gotten so goddamn defiant?

"Logan, are you okay? Does it hurt?" Josephine cooed, reaching out to cup his cheek all gentle and concerned, then spun back to Michelle, sharp and accusatory. "Michelle, how could you hit him?"

"We’re not even divorced yet, so this is none of your damn business," Michelle snapped, jabbing a finger at the door. "Get out right now, or I’m calling the cops."

"You’ve got some real guts, Michelle," Logan spat, then stormed out without a single look back.

Michelle watched Josephine linger by the door like she had more to say, and she huffed a dismissive breath. "Even if we do get divorced, you’ll never be Mrs. Harris. You really think Logan forgot about that little incident, huh?"

"Michelle!" All of Josephine’s fragile act dropped in a second, and she lunged for Michelle’s throat—until the door swung open wide.

Josephine wrenched her hand back so fast, shooting Michelle a venomous glare. "We’re not done," she hissed before marching out.

All the tension coiled in Michelle’s shoulders melted the second the door clicked shut. She curled up on the bed, staring blankly out the window, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. "How could she ever think you could find real love in a business arrangement?"

Logan had been born with a severe heart condition. It had been stable for years, but a sick heart is still a sick heart—nothing is ever certain. The Harris family had stepped in when Michelle’s family was drowning in medical bills and desperate for help. Her parents couldn’t be saved, but at least they’d kept her grandma alive.

To pay back their kindness, she’d agreed to their terms. She’d spent years ready to step up whenever Logan needed her.

The door creaked open again, yanking Michelle out of her thoughts. A masked man walked straight toward her, his steps steady and purposeful.