LOGAN
The drive home was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying me as I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel. My thoughts, however, were loud. Chaotic.
I had made up my mind not to tell Isabella about Ethan’s betrayal. She had been through enough.
Dragging her into more chaos when she was barely piecing herself together felt cruel. No, she didn’t need to know. I’d handle it. I always did.
Before heading home, I had a conversation with my media manager, ensuring that the videos would stop circulating and that Ethan’s name would never come up.
There was no point in letting the world know he was the snake behind it all, not yet, at least. But my resentment towards him had settled deep in my bones, making every muscle in my body tense.
Looking back, the signs ha
