Chapter 11: Let's Have Breakfast
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AMAYA'S POV
My smile deepened, but it wasn’t real. It was forced—something I did out of fear, not happiness. Logan’s taunting words still echoed in my head, a reminder that my life is crumbling.
He was winning. Even my own father barely acknowledged me, like I didn’t matter.
Can I even call the man who visited my father my father? He was hardly the same person who raised me. My real father would never wave at me, would never ignore me. The man who visited today was Mr. Alfred, not my real father.
Logan pulled me to a couch, positioning us opposite my father. We all wore smiles, and I knew they were nothing but a façade.
As I settled beside Logan, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at my father. What happened to him?
The father I had grown up with seemed to have disappeared. How could he forget me so easily?
“You’re making me miss my late wife,” my father joked, and Logan laughed.
Of course, he was the only one who could react, since my father wasn’t even acknowledging my presence. He didn’t spare me a glance.
Finally, my father’s gaze shifted to me, and for a fleeting moment, hope filled me.
I looked at him, expecting some acknowledgment. Maybe he would ask how I’ve been, how I’ve been coping with the devil he married me to. I even started to regret the bad thoughts I had about him.
“You married the best man in the world,” my father expressed.
His words rang like a bell.
An alarm of disappointment echoed in my ears, it drained all the energy in me, filling me with exhaustion and frustration.
Why is he talking about Logan?
Why isn't he talking to me?
I fought the urge to burst into tears.
Just like that, he turned back to Logan and continued talking about business. I clenched my fists, my mind drifting back to the times my father had showered me with affection. I remembered a holiday when I visited one of his friends. After just two days, my father showed up, hugging me and convincing me to come home with him because he had missed me so much. He even ignored his friend and his wife as we embraced.
But what happened to that love and affection? I was married now, but that didn’t mean my father should act so distant. My thoughts shattered when Logan stood up beside me. It was only then that I realized my father was leaving. He had already stepped out of the house.
I didn’t bother standing up. I just watched as Logan locked the door behind him.
It was as if he had locked away the only person who could save me from this nightmare.
The man who had pretended to be the perfect husband in front of my father was now my terrifying reality. And what terrified me more was that my father trusted Logan. There was no way I would escape this nightmare, not when Logan already declared himself as the winner.
As Logan approached me, his phone suddenly rang, cutting through the silence. He stopped and answered it. “How was your surgery?” he asked, his voice filled with cheerfulness—something my soul, body, and emotions had lost.
Who was he speaking with? I couldn’t help my curiosity as I watched him speak, his face lit up with a different expression than I’d ever seen. “Come on, Beatrice, you know I care about you,” he said, walking into the kitchen.
Wow! So my husband have another lover? That's amusing!
I stood up from the couch, ascending the stairs.
Should I have tried to eavesdrop? I had learned my lesson by now—Logan was never going to change. He would always be cruel, always be devilish.
There was no reason for me to want him for myself anymore. In fact, I was praying he would fall in love with someone else so he would divorce me.
I reached my room and twisted the doorknob, entering. I was welcomed by the sound of my phone ringing on the bed.
I rushed over to check the caller ID—it was my dad. A thousand questions swirled in my mind. Why was he calling now, after completely ignoring me earlier? What did he want? Should I pass the phone to Logan?
I tried to suppress the anger bubbling up inside me. Taking a deep breath, I answered the call. “Yes, Dad,” I muttered, my teeth clenched, holding back words that threatened to spill out.
“Amaya,” my father said. His calm, soft tone seemed to break through my anger. What was going on with him? His voice sounded different, as if something had changed.
“I know you were angry earlier, but I had to act that way in front of Logan,” he explained. “First of all, you’re married now, so I can’t be too clingy with you. Your husband might misunderstand, which could cause problems later. Secondly, I didn’t want to involve you in business. Logan and I are businessmen, but you’re my daughter. I had to act that way so Logan wouldn’t know that I really care about you. Even though he’s your husband, he’s still a business partner to me. Do you understand?”
For a long moment, I stayed silent, processing his words. The truth was, he was right. Logan was a dangerous man, and I had to admit that my father was probably playing a game with him. The way he ignored me—it was all part of the act. Even though I didn’t fully understand my father’s plan, I could at least see his reasoning.
I sighed, knowing it was better not to argue. “Business is business, Dad. I understand,” I said, my tone steady.
“Amaya, are you sure you’re not angry anymore? You sounded upset,” my father said, worry lacing his voice.
“I’m fine now, Dad. I was just surprised by how you acted. But I understand now.” I forced a faint smile, even though it didn’t reach my eyes.
I understood him, but I couldn’t agree with how he had ignored me in front of Logan, all in the name of business. Still, I didn’t want to make a bigger issue of it.
“Take care, Amaya,” my father said before hanging up.
I dropped the phone onto the bed and collapsed, feeling small and exhausted.
As I lay there, I started to wonder about my father. Why hadn’t he even noticed I wasn’t at work? Maybe he had too much on his mind, but something felt off. My instincts told me not to overthink it.
The sound of my door opening snapped me from my thoughts. It was Logan—he hadn’t even bothered to knock. I wasn't surprised, I was just irritated. I kept mute as I stared blankly at him.
“Let’s have breakfast,” he muttered, his words sounding almost surreal.
Did I hear him right?
Breakfast?
I must be hearing things. Maybe I needed to see a doctor.
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