Chapter 83

Logan

My eyes widen in shock as I stare at her, my heart pounding in my chest. 

For two years, I have lived with the crushing belief that I wasn’t good enough for her. For two years, I carried the guilt, convinced that something about me had made her get cold feet at the altar.

For two fucking years, I tormented myself, replaying every moment we had together, trying to pinpoint where I went wrong—only to find out now that it was never about me. 

The entire time, she knew. She knew she was in love with someone else. And not just anyone—another woman.

A hollow laugh escapes my lips as I shake my head in disbelief. "This is a joke, right?" a desperate part of me clinging to the hope that she is messing with me.

Samantha keeps her eyes shut, as if doing so will make this easier. But the tears running down her face tell me everything.

When she finally opens her eyes, they are red, her face drenched with sorrow. "I’m so