Chapter 73

Logan’s POV

As I watched the side of her face as we stood watching the next artwork, a pang of pain washed over me, and for the first time, I had never wished so desperately that she had loved me truly and genuinely, that she had wanted to truly be with me not just as a pretense. That she had actually felt the way I felt and loved me for whom I was.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I reached it to find a call coming in.

From someone I had thought would never call again.

Nigel Moretti.

“Excuse me, love, I have to take this,” I told Layla.

“Okay,” she replies with a small smile. Taking my free hand off her bare back, I walked away from the crowd, feeling her eyes watching me as I walked away and towards the stairs. I picked it up before it went to voicemail.

“Nice of you to call today,” I spoke first as I landed on the top of the stairs, looking down at the people walking around, admiring the arts.

“Hello, Logan.” His