The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

The following Monday, I woke up earlier than usual so I could grab Logan’s favorite breakfast for him: black coffee and a ham and cheese croissant from the small bakery a few doors down from the office. I wasn’t sure how he was feeling about me today. I still hadn’t had a chance to explain my side of things and that had me worried. But a nice breakfast always puts me in a good mood, I was hoping it would do the same for him.

I unlocked his office door and placed the sandwich and coffee on his desk. I wrote “Happy Monday!” on a sticky note and stuck it to the top of the sandwich wrapper. I stood back and admired my handy work. How could anyone be anything but delighted to receive such a thing?

I went back to my desk to get an early start prepping for the day ahead. Another tactic that I hoped would please Logan. I hung my sweater on the back of my chair, turned on my computer, and took a sip of the iced coffee I had bought for myself (full of sugar and cream, I’m no black coffee drinking sociopath).

Logan arrived just minutes later. As he got closer to my desk, I stood to greet him.

“Good morning sir,” I said once he was in hearing range.

He kept his gaze forward, not acknowledging me at all wondered if he maybe hadn’t heard me.

“How was your weekend?” I said a little louder. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He kept walking without a word or a glance in my direction. He opened his office door, then slammed it shut behind him. I was stunned. This was worse than it had been last week. At least he somewhat acknowledged me before. Now he’s acting like I don’t exist.

I stood frozen in place. I watched him through the glass of his office. He set his briefcase down on the shelf behind his desk and then sat in his desk chair. I saw his eyes move over the coffee and sandwich I got him. He picked up the sticky note, read it, then set it back on the sandwich. He walked back over to his door and opened it.

I smiled. I knew he couldn’t stay mad at me for long.

“I need you to make Dylan and I a lunch reservation,” he said, before starting to close the door again. “Oh, and no Italian finis time. Make it somewhere that has an actual vegetable or two. Some of us care about what we put in our bodies.” He looked down at the iced coffee on my desk, then slammed the door shut again.

I watched him walk over to his desk and throw the sandwich I had bought him in the trash. My heart sank and I dropped into my chair, feeling defeated.

What a way to start a Monday.

Around 11:00 am, I was ready for a snack to hold me over until lunchtime. I made my way to the pantry to see what I could scrounge up.

As I perused the boxes of pastries that were on the counter, I heard a familiar voice saying. “Hazel?” come from behind me.

I turned, surprised to find Elena staring at me. I looked around to see if maybe anyone else could have

possibly said my name, but we were alone.

“Yes?” I said warily.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, then grinned.

“Sorry? For wh…”

Before I could finish my question, Elena grabbed a cup of coffee that had been abandoned on the counter. and threw it right on my chest. I gasped and jumped back, hitting the middle of my back on the counter.

“For being so clumsy,” she said with a fake frown. She tossed the now empty cup on the floor and laughed as she turned and headed back out of the pantry.

I grabbed my back with my hands and looked down at my shirt. My once white blouse was dripping with the (thankfully) cold coffee. Luckily, I had chosen a black pencil skirt that morning instead of the light pink. one I had been considering, so only one piece of clothing was damaged instead of two.