Marry The Billionaire Again

Thomas had clearly been waiting for Michelle. He flipped the lock shut behind her, casual as anything, and tilted his head. "Do you trust me now?"

"Who the hell are you, really? And why are you telling me all this?" Michelle’s brows knitted so tight they ached as she pinned him with a glare.

He answered without a flicker of panic. "My name doesn’t matter. All you need to know is your parents saved my life, and I won’t let their murder go unpunished."

"Saved your life…"

Bang! Bang!

Before she could finish, thunderous banging shook the door. Michelle’s heart jumped straight into her throat. Thomas wrenched the door open to reveal Logan, his entire face tight with rage, his icy gaze sharp enough to cut.

Michelle’s eyes blew wide with terror. Logan stared her down cold and sneered, "Feeling bold now, huh?" Then he flicked a mocking glance at Thomas, drawling, "How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?"

"I suggest you watch your mouth, sir," Thomas shot back, his eyes glinting with a threat that made Logan’s brow furrow. Logan brushed right past him, zeroed in on Michelle, and wrapped a bruising grip around her wrist.

"You’re coming with me."

He dragged her all the way back to the hospital room. His hold was so tight when he finally let go, she stumbled backward, her back slamming into the wall hard enough to bring tears stinging to her eyes. Before she could even catch her breath, Logan hooked his long, firm fingers under her chin and wrenched her face up to meet his.

"You’ve got a lot of nerve, Michelle. What is this? Already out looking for a new man? Or just couldn’t stand being alone?"

His cruel words cut deep. Michelle glared up at him, her voice finally breaking free. "We aren’t the disgusting cheaters you think we are."

Logan barked a contemptuous laugh. He squeezed her chin harder and hissed, "Oh really? Then why lock the door? Michelle, do you really think I’m that stupid?"

His grip was so tight it felt like he could crush her bone. Michelle clenched her fist—she knew no matter how much she tried to explain, he’d never believe her anyway.

"Logan, I’ll have a lawyer draw up the papers tomorrow. Let’s end this marriage."

Her tone was rock-solid, and Logan’s heart skipped a beat he’d never expected. His dark eyes hardened, burning into her face with such intensity it made her skin prickle. "I told you. I’m not getting a divorce."

"No divorce? Aren’t you scared I’ll slit your throat while you sleep? You’re a killer, Logan! I told you to come after me directly! Why did you make my grandmother see all that?" Michelle finally exploded, her eyes blazing with fury as she spat the words at him.

Logan knew he’d been framed. But he refused to offer a single explanation. His gaze flicked to the carving knife sitting on the side table, he picked it up, and shoved it right into Michelle’s hands. "You got the guts to do it?"

Michelle froze, stunned by his move, hesitation coiling in her chest for a split second. But the memory of her grandmother stoked her hatred back to a roar. Without a second thought, she drove the knife straight toward Logan’s heart.

"Michelle!"

A sharp scream split the air, and Michelle’s hand jerked off course.

A dark shadow lunged across her line of vision, followed by a guttural gasp of pain. Michelle’s eyes went wide as dinner plates when she saw the knife buried deep in Josephine’s chest.

"Joey!" Logan caught Josephine instantly, craddling her to his chest, urgency wiping every last trace of cold from his dark gaze.

His glare burned straight through Michelle to her very soul. Even though she’d written him off a long time ago, her heart still ached at the sight of it.

Michelle stood rooted to the spot, stunned. When Logan brushed past her to get out, she stumbled back a few steps. Before she could even wrap her head around what just happened, a stinging slap cracked hard across her face.