Chapter 850

Logan's POV

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling. “No, never.”

She let out a small, relieved laugh. 

“I just wanted to check on you. You’ve been working so hard lately, buried in paperwork. Are you still at the office?”

I froze.

For a second, my mind screamed at me to tell her the truth…to let her know that I wasn’t at the office, that I was here, at this ridiculous anniversary dinner, sitting across from my wife and son, pretending.

But I couldn’t.

So I did what I had been doing ever since I met Layla.

I lied.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a tired sigh. 

“Still here. It’s been a long day.”

There was a pause on the other end, and for a moment, I feared she could hear the lie in my voice.

But then she spoke again.

“I figured,” she said gently. 

“You work too much, Logan. I just hope you’re not skipping dinner because of work.”

I swallowed hard. 

“Don’t worr