Wendy
Sabrina’s car disappeared down the long, tree-lined driveway.
I went back inside and sat on the cream sofa, staring blankly at the half-eaten slice of vanilla bean cake sitting on the coffee table.
The sweet taste of strawberry and white chocolate was gone from my mouth, replaced by a bitter anxiety that made my stomach churn.
“He uses his power as the CEO to ruin Logan’s life. He treats him like garbage just because he can.”
Sabrina’s tear-filled accusations echoed loudly in my ears. She had painted a picture of a cruel tyrant who used his wealth to crush anyone who stood in his way. She had made Logan sound like a helpless victim, driven to madness by my husband’s relentless bullying.
I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around my legs.
It was a terrify
