The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

“He’s good at this,” I told Logan

“Do you think I’d have anyone but the best as my lawyer?

And your best friend,” I said. Things had been tumultuous between them for a time, when i had some entanglements of my own with Dylan. Hurt feels spread all around. Jealous. Misunderstandings.

I’d hoped we had put it all behind us, given how close most of us are now, but I was never really sure.

“And my best friend,” he agreed, and I knew now, for certain, that the arguments of the past were just that.

The next day, Logan and I accepted Mabel, the beautiful anchorwoman from the news, and a camera crew into our apartment

The newscaster’s name was Susan Willman, a well known reporter whose been in the business for longer than one might expect. She was much older than she generally appeared

With enough makeup and, I suspect, plastic surgery, she’s kept her face young everywhere but around the eyes. It wasn’t noticeable on camera, but now that I’m face to face with her, the difference is a bi unnerving, giving her almost an otherworldly kind of look

She’s professional though, and kind enough with a toothy smile, so I keep my untoward opinions firmly to myself.

“Are you ready?” she asked me.

I wasn’t. At all.

“I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”

With that, I dart up the stairs and hide in the bedroom. I felt kind of like the walls are closing in on me I knew we agreed to do this interview, and even I could see it was likely to do more good than bad in the future.

But it was still nerve–racking. They were asking us to air all of our old, dirty laundry for everyone to see

Somethings I wanted to stay hidden.

Some memories I wasn’t ready to revisit.

Logan sneaked into the bedroom while I stood there, staring at the floor, I heard his familiar footsteps trekking over the carpet.

He didn’t ask me if I was alright. He must have already known the answer. Instead, he stepped into the space behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and buried his face in the corner of my neck and shoulder.

“You are going to be okay,” he said. “We’re going to be okay.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready, or if I’ll ever be ready, for the world to know what happened in our pasts.” I admitted “Our beginnings weren’t pretty, Logan. That Vegas wedding we were drunk

“Drunk or no, I was right about you.”

“Then you thought I was my sister.”

Logan’s arms squeezed tighter around me. “A mistake regret. She is nothing like you.”

“We fumbled so much… It took us so long to even know we were married.”

“None of that matters,” he said.

Slowly, he turned me in his arms to face him. I looked up at him with wide vulnerable eyes. I was scared, but he met my fear with his own steady confidence. It smoothed my ruffled nerves like a balm.

“Logan…”

“We survived everything else, Hazel. Our past may have been difficult, but everything we’ve suffered has led us to this exact moment, where we can face these things together.”

He was right. I knew he was right.

“All of our ups and downs leads to this right here,” he said and kissed me. “We can do this, Hazel. Believe in yourself. Believe in me.”

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“Okay,” I said at last. “I’m ready to share our story.”