Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 20

Chapter 18

Logan’s POV

The house was dark when Nick and I arrived home from the airport, our return from Disneyland had been delayed by another day as the plane had some mechanical issues.

It was nearly 10 in the night when we drove into the driveway, Nick was passed out in the backseat worn out from 3 days on nonstop excitement.

I carried him inside, noting that no lights were on which was odd as Sedona usually made it a habit to leave the porch light on when I was coming home late.

This was probably one of her passive aggressive gestures, trying to make a point about how I failed her.

After tucking Nick into bed, I headed to our bedroom, loosening my tie and already mentally preparing for another inevitable confrontation that was bound to happen.

Sedona would be waiting in bed as usual, ready to guilt trip me about taking Nick to have a little fun with my friend, in general basically spending time with my own son and not including her. I was exhausted and not in the mood for her dramatics.

But the bedroom was empty.

“Sedona?” I called out, checking the bathroom. Nothing, I frowned and pulled out my phone, noticing I had several missed calls from Grandma Brooke. Unusual-she rarely called me more than once if I didn’t answer.

I was about to call her back when my phone rang, her name appearing on the screen.

“Grandmother, I was just about to-”

“What did you do to that girl?” Her voice was filled with anger as she seemed extremely ticked off about something that I did, although I had no idea what it could possibly be.

“What did you do to make Sedona leave?”

I blinked, confused at her question. “What are you talking about? Leave? She’s just-”

“Sedona came to see me today. She returned the necklace. My necklace, Logan. The one I gave her as a wedding gift. She said she was leaving Chicago. Leaving you. She said she was never the wife of the Logan family, and therefore she had no right to keep it.”

Something twisted in my stomach although I forced it deep down and refuse to pay attention to it.” Grandmother, you know how Sedona’s. She is always sensitive to things that doesn’t even matter. She’s being dramatic. It’s just-”

“Find her. Make this right. Before you lose something you can never get back.”

She hung up before I could respond.

I stared at my phone, feeling both irritated and yet greatly unease. This was stupid, Sedona was probably doing this intentionally, she was probably hiding at a spa, using my credit cards to indulge in something nice for herself while she waited for me to come crawling on my feet to apologize and she had recruited grandmother for this exact reason.

But I checked the closet anyway, just to confirm.

Half of it was empty. Sedona’s side, the smaller side I’d given her because I needed more space for my work clothes, was nearly bare. Her casual clothes were gone. Her toiletries from the bathroom were gone. Her laptop and the few personal items she kept on her nightstand-gone.

The unease grew stronger. This was more than just a dramatic gesture. In all our fights, she had never gone this far before, This was… actually leaving.

I pulled open the drawers of her dresser, finding them mostly empty. She’d taken her clothes but left behind the expensive items I’d bought her-the designer shoes, the jewelry, the fancy dresses. Why would she leave those? They were worth thousands of dollars.