LOGAN
This morning, I had woken up for practice angrier than I had ever been. I was literally filled with the rage to just punch into something until there was nothing left to give.
My media manager assured me he would handle the situation, that the videos would stop circulating, that no one would ever know who leaked them. But I knew, and I made a choice.
I wasn’t going to tell Isabella. She had been through enough, dragged through the dirt, her name spat out like a curse by people who didn’t know a damn thing about her.
Telling her it was Ethan would crush her, and I wasn’t willing to do that to her. Not when she was barely holding herself together as it was.
But my hatred for Ethan festered and the more I thought about it, the more pieces of the puzzle started fitting together, pa
