Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 11

Chapter 10: Leaving The Fast

Sedona’s POV

I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I exhaled. There was no use reminiscing about what used to be. I carefully wrapped the tooth back in its tissue paper and placed it in the box with the others. My hands hovered over it, wanting to take it, wanting to keep this piece of my son.

But what was the point? Nick didn’t want me. He’d made that abundantly clear. All these were just reminders of a relationship that had already died and should be left in the past.

I closed the box and put it back in the drawer, exactly where I’d found it.

Let Logan find them someday. Let him explain to Nick, when he was older, that his mother had saved every tooth, had cherished every milestone, had loved him enough to keep him alive even when it made her the villain of his story.

I turned away from the dresser, my vision blurring with tears I refused to shed. I was done crying over people who didn’t want me.

The last drawer I opened was the one in my nightstand. I reached in blindly, expecting to find just the usual items-hand lotion, tissues, the book I’d abandoned months ago, spare changes that I had thrown in there, and forgotten about.

Instead, my fingers closed around something cool and smooth.

I pulled it out and gasped.

The ruby necklace gleamed in my palm, its deep red stones catching the late afternoon light. It was beautiful and expensive. It was not just any necklace that LOgan had bought during our years of marriage as compensation for treating me as invincible. But this was different, although it was worth a fortune, it held more value to me because of who had given it to me.

Grandma Brooke.

Logan’s grandmother had been the only person in the Hayes family who’d ever truly acqepted me. as i was, secrets and all that. Not because I looked like Katherine, not because I’d given birth to an heir, and fulfilled my duties but because she’d actually seen me as a person.

I remembered the day she’d given me this necklace. It had been a week after my wedding, and she’d invited me to tea at her penthouse-just the two of us, without Logan or Sherry or anyone else.

“This belonged to my mother,” Grandma Brooke had said, fastening the necklace around my neck with her aged but steady hands. “And her mother before her. It’s meant for the wife of the Logan family heir.”

I carefully placed the necklace in my suitcase, wrapping it in a soft scarf for protection. This, at least, I would take. Not because of the money value, but because it represented the one person in this entire nightmare who’d loved me for me.

I took one last look around the bedroom, at the life I was leaving behind. The fancy bed with the expensive linens and decorations. None of it had ever been mine. Not really.

I zipped up my suitcase, which in reality was just one small bag. Everything that mattered fit in one bag. That should have told me something about this life I’d been living.

As I rolled the suitcase toward the door, I caught sight of our wedding photo on the dresser. I’d looked at it this morning, had seen Logan’s forced smile and my own naive joy. Now I looked at it one more time, really looked at it.

And then I walked away.

I left my keys on the kitchen counter and also left a note on the dining room table, short and simple: “I meant what I said. I want a divorce. My lawyer will contact you. Please don’t try to find me.”

I left the wedding ring on top of the note. And then I walked out the door, pulling it closed behind me with a soft click that sounded like freedom.