Chapter 2

I thought that after this, Logan would leave me alone for at least a couple of days. After all, he had a shiny new toy.

And I would finally get some peace and quiet.

Yet just a day later, he messaged me again.

[6:00 PM. Meet me at the bakery where you work.]

Logan rarely texted me; he usually just called to bark orders.

Whoever had his phone and texted me in his name was probably someone with real status.

I only had one choice.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. People often used Logan’s name to summon me just to toy with me and humiliate me.

It didn't matter. I was used to it.

I took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and told myself to endure it no matter what.

The bakery was packed that day. Orders were piling up so fast that I barely had time to breathe, and I almost forgot about the appointment.

It wasn't until a woman in an apricot trench coat, wavy hair, and dark designer sunglasses walked up to the counter that I snapped out of it. Without looking up, I reflexively said, "Hi, welcome in! What can I get started for you?"

She took off her sunglasses, scrutinized me thoroughly, and parted her red lips: "Are you Summer?"

The woman introduced herself, "Hello. I'm Logan Vance’s fiancée, Jane Miller."

My mind went blank for a second.

I had never heard of Logan having a fiancée.

Jane took a gentle sip of her coffee and said calmly, "It was an arrangement made by our families when we were kids. If my parents hadn't brought it up, I wouldn't have known either."

So? What was she getting at?

Jane maintained a relaxed posture, chatting like an old acquaintance. "Logan and I are essentially a business match. We were supposed to get married in two years, but something came up with my family, so we moved the schedule up."

"You don't need to be nervous. I’m not here to give you a hard time. You probably know why I’m here, though. Since our families are merging, we have to keep up appearances. Girls like you..."

She looked me up and down once more, continuing, "I ran a background check on you. Bachelor's and Master's degrees from NYU. You’re a top student. With that degree, you could easily make six figures at a good firm. Yet you threw away six years of your life on a guy like Logan Vance."

Her confusion seemed genuinely sincere.

I never expected someone so rational to exist in Logan’s circle.

I honestly thought his fiancée would be just another Chloe or some airhead socialite.

Jane sighed. "Forget it. I came here expecting to find some gold-digger, but you’re actually working part-time in a hole-in-the-wall place like this. Turns out you're just a brainwashed, lovesick doormat."

She curled her lip. "And Logan... not only is he a toxic, cheating bastard, but he's also a cheapskate."

"Long story short: give up on him. Break it off early. It's better for everyone."

I let out a soft sigh. "You want me to leave him?"

Jane gave an indifferent look. "What else?"

I lowered my head, whispering softly, "I'm sorry."

Jane let out an exasperated scoff. "Ha? Are you insane? Do you really love him that much?"

I nodded. "I love him simply because I love him. There's no other reason. I'm willing to give everything for him."

Jane looked as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Miss Miller, I know this is wrong, but... I do it willingly! Don't worry, once you two are officially married, I will disappear from your lives forever."

With that, I forced a few tears out of my eyes.

Jane stared at me for a long time, her expression a mix of pity and disgust.

"You are genuinely sick in the head."

Leaving those words behind, she turned on her heel and walked out.