Then she looked at me in shock. Her beautiful face was stained with tears. “Ms. Allen, please forgive me. Why did you push me?”
Logan’s eyes were full of worry. He quickly pushed me aside to help Peyton get up off the floor.
“Hey Peyton, how are you? Don’t worry, I’ll take you to Dr. Clark.”
Peyton held her stomach and made a face. But she kept pushing him to me.
“Don’t worry about it. Ms. Allen must be crazy. Go talk to her.”
Logan was in a tough spot. He gave me a look that showed he was torn. Then he said, “Skylar, you’ve gone too far…”
“I didn’t push her,” I said calmly, but my heart was breaking.
I told myself not to care about him, but I still felt hurt and sad. He knew me for eight years. How could he confront me over a woman’s false accusation?
“But Peyton did fall, right? We both saw it…”
His words hit me hard.
I smiled and stepped back to let them through. “Do you think I’m a bad woman now?”
His face showed pain.
“Skylar, you’ll always be my wife. I will give you the highest and most respected status.”
He kissed the back of my hand and said, “But Peyton is in pain right now. I can’t just ignore her. Be good and go back to your room and wait for me. I’ll get Dr. Clark to check on Peyton, and then I’ll come to you. Okay?”
Without saying anything, I pulled my hand back. Logan, who was 17, had begun to cry loudly.
He crouched on the floor and shook like a lost cub. He kept saying, “Sorry, Skylar. Sorry…” over and over again, sounding helpless and sad.
He didn’t have to apologise, though. His older self might think I’m a terrible woman, but his younger self only loved me.
Logan didn’t betray our love when he was younger. He only had eyes for me.
Anne Clark got there soon after. She gave Peyton a checkup with a frown. Finally, she looked at me before looking at Logan and Peyton.
“Logan, I have to tell you this. Ms. Whittaker is going to have a baby.
He smiled with joy, but when he saw that I was still there, he quickly wiped that smile off his face.
“Skylar, I…”
I lost all colour in my face. I forced a smile and said, “Congratulations on being a dad, Mr. Blake.” Then I turned to leave. I didn’t want to ruin their happiness as a family of three. Logan tried to stop me, but Peyton held her stomach and complained about the pain. Logan looked confused for a moment, but he finally decided to stay with Peyton.
I didn’t have much to pack from my room in the hospital. I just changed into my clothes before I left. When I got back to the villa, the maids were busy making dinner. Our butler, Noah Rodriguez, bowed to me.
“Mrs. Dinner will be ready soon, Blake. Would you like some warm milk?”
I said no to his nice offer and asked for a horse-drawn carriage instead. I could leave right away because I had already packed my bags.
I couldn’t give the emblem back to Logan, though, because it had turned into his 17-year-old self. It didn’t bother me, though; Logan probably didn’t have time for such small things.
I rode back to my hometown in a horse-drawn carriage to the city where I first met Logan.
At the time, people were looking for Logan. When I walked by, I saw him lying in a bed of roses with a lot of injuries.
At first, I thought he was just another wolf cub, so I took him home and took care of him.
But when I came out of the kitchen with a warm glass of milk, I saw that the poor little cub had grown into a tall, handsome man.
His golden curls shone a little in the sunlight, and he looked at me with those sapphire blue eyes as if he had no choice.
