Chapter 135

Vivan's POV: The cold air of the hospital stung my skin as I stood in the corridor. I hadn’t expected to see them here together. Logan. He looked tired, worn down, but still impossibly steady. His arm brushed against her arm. Haley is nothing but a mere orphan girl. There was nothing about them and even in something so small, I could see it. The closeness. The intimacy. The way he leaned slightly toward her like she was his anchor. My stomach twisted. How could he? I had been raised for this. To stand at his side. To marry into his world. To be the perfect partner, flawless, respectable, admired by everyone. Yet somehow this girl—this nobody—had managed to worm her way into his heart. It should have been me. Always me. But instead, I was standing in the hallway like some outsider, watching him look at her the way I had always wanted him to look at me. I forced myself to speak, my voice steady even though inside I was boiling. “Logan.” He froze. Turned. And there it was—the wall in his