Page 23 of Cruel Revenge

Fake wife.

Still, she’s mine now, and he has no claim over her, even if he’s acting like he does.

The last thing I need is him making life more difficult and getting involved where he doesn’t belong.

Logan scoffs and shakes his head, perching on the edge of his desk. “I knew that she was a bitch, but I didn’t think she would start sleeping with you to make me jealous.”

I rifle through the files, glowering when I see one of the Lyndes at the top of the stack. “What the hell is this?”

“I told you I was going after them at the beginning of this year. Now we have an in.” Logan smirks and nods to the file, still holding the beer to his eye. “That right there is why you’re not going to make me back off.”

I open the folder, clenching my jaw tight when a picture of Skyla stares back at me.

She’s standing on a deck with Gia Esposito, in the middle of winter, the pair of them passing a cigarette back and forth.

The deeper I flip through the file, the more pictures there are from the past year. Only a couple of them are incriminating. The rest follow Skyla from an obsessive point of view.

Pictures of her changing in her room or walking on the beach with a joint dangling from her lips.

“Are you having her followed?”

“I’ve been the one following her for now. She and her family need to pay for all that they’ve done, and if this is the way to make that happen, then this is the way it’s going to be done.”

I toss the folder into the small trash can beside his desk before grabbing the pack of matches from the ashtray on his desk. “This is going to end now. I mean it.”

“You think that just because she’s your wife, I should drop the case?” Logan snorts and drops down onto the couch in the corner. “That’s not going to happen. After all she’s put me through, this is finally going to end. I’m not going to have to deal with it any longer. She and the rest of her family can rot in prison where they belong.”

I swipe the match on the striker, letting the flame glow for a second before dropping it on top of the file. “It ends now.”

He springs to his feet, lunging forward. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

It takes two large steps to get between him and the burning folder. “I don’t know how clear I have to make this for you, but I’m getting tired of trying. Skyla is my wife. We are married. The last thing I want is for my wife to spend time in prison. And Iwould really hate for my business relationship with her family to fall to pieces too."

Logan’s upper lip curls, hands balling into fists at his side. “You jumped into bed with my fiancée, and now you’re telling me to back down because she’s your wife?”

“I’m telling you to back down because I’m the one keeping this family alive.”

“And the fact that you went out and married the woman I was in love with shouldn’t have anything at all to do with this conversation, should it?”

“It has plenty to do with the situation.” I smirk as I look down at him. “If you had just kept your dick in your pants instead of sleeping with her best friend, she might still be yours. And as for my marriage, it’s really none of your business since you were the one who decided to cheat on Skyla.”

“And that makes it right for you to swoop in and steal her from me?” He gives a dark chuckle before the tip of his tongue slides along his teeth. “I thought I was your brother.”

“You are. But she’s my wife. And she’salwaysgoing to come before you. Now, you need to take a look at the life you have, and you need to get fine with it because it’s the one you chose for yourself.”

The kitchen door closes as Logan dives and reaches for the garbage can, pulling out a couple of scorched pictures that are still salvageable.

He glowers at me as he tosses them to the ground and stomps out the flames.

“What’s that burning smell?” Bella steps into the office and looks down at the ground, her easy smile turning pinched as she sees a picture of Skyla. “Her. Of course. What else would you be worried about?”

Logan winces at the venom in her voice. “Bels, it’s not what it looks like.”

“It never is, is it? You always tell me that you’re done with her and you’re finally going to focus on us and then the next thing I know, she’s found a way into our lives yet again.” Bella crosses her arms under her chest. “What is it this time?”

“Skyla and I are married.” I sit on the edge of the desk, getting comfortable so I can enjoy the shitshow that’s about to go down.

Bella rounds on Logan. “You’re upset because she’s married? You have got to be fucking kidding me. You told me when she dumped you that you were done with her. You told me that you never had any actual feelings for her. What the hell was that?”

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