Chapter 347

Isabella’s POV

It was all falling into place. Soon, Logan would have no choice but to accept the boy as his son. And once he did, I’d finally have everything I wanted…his love, his devotion, his undivided attention.

I tilted my head back, staring at the ceiling. “Thank heavens Logan is gone,” I murmured to myself.

“At least now I don’t have to pretend to care about his constant sulking over Layla and that unborn child.”

The thought brought a bitter smile to my lips. Logan’s weakness was laughable. He had no idea how much control I truly had.

Pushing myself off the bed, I walked into the bathroom. The cold tiles against my feet sent a small shiver up my spine, but I welcomed it. I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

“This is it,” I whispered to myself. “One more step, and it’s all mine.”