CHAPTER FOUR
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CHAPTER FOUR
Logan
I left the house and couldn't help but blame myself.
Cheating on my wife. Getting someone pregnant. Having a child. Having an unborn child.
Director Salinger, my father, idolizes Petunia, but I don't think he'll accept Wendy so easily.
I drove to Wendy's house to pick her up.
My son Austin was standing at the door.
"Mom, Dad's here," he said in a cool voice.
I smiled. He was calling me Dad? But it sounded unsettling.
Wendy appeared in a floral dress, long and not particularly attractive.
"Are you really going to wear that to Dad's birthday?" I asked, looking her up and down—embarrassed.
“Why? Doesn’t it look nice? You said your dad liked flowers. I thought he liked dresses with floral patterns,” she replied, and I felt a little sad.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure he’ll like it. Let’s go.”
We got into the car and drove to my father’s estate. It looked even more magnificent than the last time I was here six years ago when my stepmother, Marigold (MG), was here.
Austin jumped out of the car, beaming, as did Wendy.
“Dad, is this really Grandpa’s house?” Austin asked, his eyes shining.
Someone laughed and said, “Dad? Grandpa?”
I turned around—it was my stepmother, MG.
“MG!” I called out.
Wendy looked confused. “MG?”
MG chuckled softly. “Can’t you just call me Mom?”
I laughed too and walked over to her.
“I missed you so much.”
She hugged me. “I missed you too, Baby Lolo. I guess she still calls you that.”
“Who—” Wendy began, interrupting us as we let go. MG looked at Wendy sternly.
“Who is she, and why did the little one call you Dad? What happened?” MG asked.
I started to answer, but MG continued, “She’s the nanny, and he’s your son with Pet. Finally. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“No, Mom. That’s not how it is,” I said.
“Then how is it?” she asked.
“She’s my—” I began, but Wendy interrupted, “I’m his wife. Wendy Salinger.” Wendy held out her hand to MG.
“Ridiculous. We didn’t marry someone who obviously had no future. Where’s your wife, Logan?” MG said.
“She’ll be here soon,” I said calmly.
“Good. Make sure this girl doesn’t go around spreading rumors. That’s if you still want the permanent CEO position.” With that, she left.
I turned to Wendy, who obviously had a lot of questions. “I’ll answer your questions later. Don’t make a scene, Wendy.”
“Scene? You’re the crazy one. You have a wife? And you didn’t think it necessary to tell me?” she shouted.
I looked at Austin, who seemed sad. “Our child is here. We’ll talk later.”
I left Wendy and Austin standing there.
While I searched for my father among the guests, I saw Mia.
“Cheating husband,” she said coldly and contemptuously.
“She told you,” I replied.
“Of course. I’m her other half. You’re the useless one,” she concluded.
I smiled. “Thanks for that great observation, sister-in-law. Could you please call your other half and tell her not to be late? Have you seen my dad?”
“You mean Director Salinger?” she asked.
“Yes, Mia,” I said.
“I saw him go into the study with one of the company shareholders,” she replied.
“Thanks.”
As I was about to leave, Wendy appeared with Austin.
“Logan, we need to talk,” Wendy said, her face serious.
“Later, Wendy,” I said, but Wendy blocked my way.
“She’s the mistress?” Mia blurted out, disappointed.
“Mistress?!” Wendy shouted angrily.
“Yes, my sister’s husband’s mistress. That’s you,” Mia said, stepping very close to Wendy.
“Stop it, you two. We can argue and fight later. I need to talk to my dad now,” I said.
“Take Austin with you, or I’ll come with you,” Wendy said, staring at Mia.
“Austin, let’s go to Grandpa’s.”
We left, and I told Austin to wait by the door. I saw my dad standing by the window, looking out, drinking alcohol, and looking angry.
“Dad…”
He didn’t turn around. “I know what you’re going to say, Logan. You got a woman pregnant.”
I was shocked. “How do you know?”
“I’ve had you watched recently, after reviewing your performance at the company. Does Petunia know?” he asked.
“Yes, she does.”
He turned to me. “This woman and her son are here, right?”
“Yes, Dad. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” I replied.
“Bring him in. Your so-called son,” he said.
I called Austin in. He nervously walked over to my dad. “Nice to meet you, Grandpa.”
My father’s expression softened. He hugged him.
It felt refreshing.
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