#Chapter 146: Quit Your Job

I must have misheard, because there was no way that Logan just told me I should quit my job. Maybe I did hit my head after all. Maybe this was all some kind of coma dream. “Come again?” I asked. “Quit your job,” he said. “I make enough that I can take care of you. It’s time you give up this pretense and become my wife.” “I’m already your wife,” I said. “What you want is for me to be some kind of… of… what? Live-in servant?” “A homemaker.” Logan’s brow pulled together in obvious confusion. Some women were happy to be homemakers, and I had not ill will toward them. Taking care of a house and a family while supporting their partner was no easy job. But I had my own career ambitions, my own dreams, and being a homemaker did not fit them. Someday, I wanted to be a world-famous actress. I wanted to star in movies or Broadway plays, and be world-renowned for my ability and my dedication to the craft. I couldn’t achieve that by hiding myself away in some mansion, waiting for Log