For two days, he's glued to my side, barely letting me breathe. When I ignore him, his face darkens, and he drags Olivia in to apologize.
"Sophie, I'm sorry," she mumbles, her tone dripping with reluctance. "It was just a joke with Logan."
I give her a cold glance and walk out to the car. Logan doesn't dare stop me, just trails behind in another vehicle.
I spend the day selling off every piece of jewelry he gave me for our anniversaries, dirt cheap, to second-hand dealers. Ryan warned me I can't take anything tied to my current identity when I fake my death, so I'm turning it all into cash.
And Logan? He's right behind me, buying back every piece I sell.
Until he spots the engagement ring he designed two years ago in a beggar's hand. He stops me, his voice tight. "Babe, you hard up fo
