Chapter 917

Logan’s POV

“Please, Logan. I know I’ve made terrible mistakes, but I…”

“Get. Out.” My voice was deadly calm now, my rage simmering just beneath the surface. 

“And don’t ever come back here again.”

She hesitated for a moment, as if hoping I’d change my mind, but when I took a step toward her, she scrambled to her feet and rushed toward the door.

As soon as she was gone, I exhaled harshly, running a hand through my hair.

I had never hated someone as much as I hated Isabella at that moment.

And no matter what she said, I would never forgive her.

I stood there, my entire body trembling with barely contained rage, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. 

I wanted to scream at her, to throw something, to unleash every ounce of fury boiling inside me. But instead, I forced myself to take a deep breath.

I don’t hit women.

No matter how much anger was burning through me, no matte