The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

That night I laid in my bed, my hand grasping the memory stick that held the blackmail evidence. I had to get this to Logan by tomorrow somehow.

I held the stick in front of me and spun it like a fidget spinner. If Logan wasn’t going to let me tell him my side, I would have to trick him into hearing it.

I sat up. I had to make a presentation, I decided. I didn’t know if it would work, but I had to do something productive or I would lose my mind. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and popped the memory stick in when it powered up.

I opened the presentation creator and stared at the blank page. I just suddenly felt…exhausted. I was tired of trying to prove myself to Logan. I felt like that’s all I had been doing since he became CEO. I slammed my computer shut. The presentation could wait. I desperately needed some me time.

I bounded down the stairs to find some wine. A bubble bath with a face mask and wine sounded absolutely amazing. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had let myself unwind like that

In the kitchen, I found a new bottle of merlot and poured myself a glass. When I got back to the stairs the front door flew open and I jumped, startled. I turned and saw Natalie bouncing through the door, her eyes wide with excitement and grinning from ear to ear.

Great, I thought. There goes my bubble bath. I frowned. Whenever Natalie came through the door like that, all bouncy and with that look on her face, it meant she had something exciting that she had to share with whoever was around

She grabbed my arm with one of her hands, “Oh, Hazel! This man I’ve been dating! He is simply amazing!”

“Watch the wine,” I muttered, chugging about half of it so it wouldn’t spill and also so I could put up with the gushing I knew she was about to do.

She pulled me into the living room and down onto the couch.

“Oh my god, Hazel. This guy…” she shook her head and smiled. “He’s not only incredibly handsome and fit

you know, all the important things…he has got to be the richest man I have ever dated!”

“Wow, that is surprising,” I said, “considering the length of that list.”

She pretended to not hear me. “He took me to the nicest restaurant…well, not as nice as Chez Frederick, but really close. He bought me lobster and we shared the priciest wine on the menu and, that’s not even the best part.”

She stood and ran back to the coat rack in the entry way and grabbed something from it. She hid it behind her back as she ran back over to me.

“He bought me this!” She pulled a purse out and held it in front of me. It was a very familiar looking brown leather purse. “And these!” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She stuck one foot out. Purple heels. Those did not look familiar, but they did look very pricey.

Those are great…” I said. “But what about the guy himself? You haven’t actually told me anything about him.”

“Uh, yeah I did, I mentioned he was rich and hot. Weren’t you listening?” she said, cocking her head to the

side like a dog does when they’re confused.

“Uh huh.” I downed the rest of my wine.

“Ooh, that looks good, I think I’ll pour myself a glass,” Natalie said and ran back into the kitchen, her heels click–clacking on the tile floor.

I took the opportunity to look at the price tag on the purse. It was the same brand as the ones I had tried on for Logan. I couldn’t be sure about the price, but it was certainly in the same ballpark as the one I had helped pick out.

“I’ll join you,” I called out, carrying my empty wine glass into the kitchen.

I grabbed the bottle after she poured her own glass and filled mine almost to the brim. Natalie’s grew wide as she watched me pour.

“Damn Hazel, I’ve never seen you drink like that,” she said.

“Yeah well…work has never been this stressful,” I said, taking a sip.

“Work, huh? Your boss?”

“He is part of it,” I admitted.

“What’s going on?” She asked. She seemed weirdly interested.

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I paused before I responded, trying to figure out her angle. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give her the bare minimum response, I couldn’t think of any way she could use that against me.

“I had a supervisor blackmail me, and now my boss doesn’t trust me because he thinks I was working with that supervisor to bring him down,” I said.

“Oh my god,” she said. “What are you going to do?”

I shrugged. “Try to prove my innocence. That’s all I can do.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between us. Maybe she didn’t know what else to say. That was perhaps the longest she’s ever spoken to me without saying something bitchy. Normal conversations were probably tough for her.

I topped off my glass. “I’m gonna head upstairs,” I said I’d had enough of the awkwardness.

“Oh, okay,” she said.

“Uh. goodnight,” I said and turned to head out of the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah, goodnight,” she responded.

I downed my wine before I even made it to the top of the stairs. What in the world had just happened?

Natalie watched her sister leave the kitchen and head up the stairs. She grabbed her glass and leaned against the counter, sipping slowly. She smiled.

“So Logan didn’t trust Hazel, huh?” She thought. “Well bet I could help with that.”

She grabbed the purse from the living room and walked up the stairs to her room

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behind her and slung the purse over her shoulder, admiring herself in the full–length mirror that sat next t her closet door.

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“I wonder what I can get him to buy me next,” she said, trying different the mirror.

She set the purse on her bed and gently took off the shoes. She placed them carefully on the shoe rack inside her closet.

She walked over to her desk and pulled out a leather-bound journal from one of the drawers. She openec it to the first page..

“This journal belongs to,” she read out loud. Then in the blank space below that, she wrote “Mrs. Logan Hatfield. She smiled down at it.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “I like the sound of that.”

I gave up on the relaxing and got straight to work after my conversation with Natalie. I finally finished my presentation for Logan around 10:30 pm. Now I just had to figure out a way to get him to actually sit long enough to watch it.

I swiveled my desk chair back and forth a couple times, thinking through some possibilities. On the fourth swivel, my new black blouse caught my eye.

Dylan!

I ran over to my nightstand to grab my phone and opened our messages.

“Hey you,” I typed. “Still down to help me with Logan?”