Chapter 843

Isabella's POV

I stood outside Logan’s study room, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I knew this wouldn’t be easy. I knew that getting him to agree to this date would take every bit of manipulation I could muster. 

But I was ready. I had to be. This was my chance to show Layla the truth, to make her see that Logan was my husband, that he belonged to me.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The sound echoed in the hallway, and for a moment, I almost turned around and walked away. But then I heard his voice, calm and distant, just like always. “Come in.”

My hand trembled as I turned the doorknob and stepped inside. Logan was sitting at his desk, his head bent over some paperwork, his fingers tapping on the keyboard. 

He didn’t even look up as I walked in. He didn’t need to. He knew it was me. Who else would it be?

I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. How long had it been since he a