There were 20 guests in the studio.
I was introducing the final sparkling wine when the glass door suddenly swung open.
Logan stood in the doorway carrying a cardboard box. Inside were our wedding album, our wedding rings, and the bottle of Pinot Noir we had never finished.
"Sorry to interrupt."
He walked over and placed a file on the long table—Monogamy Agreement. The last page was already signed.
"I'll end all extramarital relationships. I'll do marriage counseling. I'll give you access to my phone and every account. I can even resign from Walker Group. If you come home, I'll do whatever it takes."
Some of the guests mistook it for a public attempt to win me back, and encouraging applause broke out around the room.
The reaction seemed to give Logan confidence. He stepped closer, g
