“I’m serious,” he insisted, stepping closer. “He’s legally married — and it’s to his secretary, Candela. I checked everything. There are documents, registrations. He’s been lying about his identity from the start.”
My heart faltered, but I forced myself to stay calm.
“Enough,” I said quietly, meeting his eyes. “Not today. I don’t want to hear this.”
“I’m trying to protect you,” he replied, frustration slipping into his tone.
“And he saved my life once,” I countered. “He cares about me. Why would he lie? We’ve been together for years—”
“Exactly,” Logan cut in. “Four years, yet you don’t know anything about his family. Where he came from. His background. You handed him your company, let him handle your finances… and you don’t see the problem?”
“You’re saying this,” I murmured, “because you still haven’t gotten over me.”
His silence answered for him.
“Logan,” I softened, “please don’t ruin this. Don’t destroy something good just because you can’t move forward.”
“Isabella—”
“I don’t want to argue anymore.” I grabbed my coat, stepping past him, ignoring the slight shake in my hands.
He reached for me, but I pulled away before he could touch me.