Chapter 4Five Years of Love, Shattered by Hidden Truths

He’s out with another woman but still bringing me her ice cream?

I replied, “Oh, okay,” my face was cold as stone as I closed the chat.

How much longer could he keep up this performance?

Not long after, Logan returned, carrying a Sweet Red Bean Dessert.

Trailing behind him was an inebriated Colton Rivers, his childhood friend.

Colton was too drunk to stand, so Logan dropped him off in the guest room.

Late that night, I went to the kitchen for water and overheard their conversation.

Logan’s voice was sharp with irritation: “Keep screwing around like this, and don’t expect me to bail you out.”

Colton, ever the carefree playboy, slurred in response:

“You’re too uptight, man. Women are like clothes—you’ve gotta have a few spares, right?”

“Messing around with random women will land you with a disease,” Logan shot back, his tone cold. “Find someone decent and settle down.”

Colton chuckled drunkenly. “Like Sierra? She’s perfect—kind, sexy, everything. You’re one lucky guy.

“But now that Wren’s back, when will you come clean to Sierra?”

There was a long pause before Logan finally said, “Not yet. Wren hasn’t given me the green light.”

Colton snickered. “Then pass Sierra my way after you break up. I’ve had my eye on her for ages.”

Something in Logan snapped. The sound of a punch echoed through the room.

Colton didn’t seem to mind, laughing as he rubbed his jaw.

“Don’t play the saint now. Wasn’t it you bragging about how wild she is in bed? And now you’re acting all protective?”

Outside the door, my blood ran cold.

I never imagined Logan, who treated me so tenderly, could casually share the details of our intimacy with his friends.

Then I heard Logan’s voice again, low and devoid of emotion:

“Do whatever you want. She’s desperate for love.

“Say the right words, and she’ll fall for it. She’s game for anything.”

The words crushed me.

The next day, I walked into Sugarland Creamery, the dessert shop Wren owned.

The shop’s bright and elegant décor perfectly matched her style.

When Wren saw me, surprise flickered in her eyes, but she quickly replaced it with a professional smile.

I took a single bite of ice cream before setting the bowl down.

“When did you get back to the States?”

Her smile never faltered. “Just a few days ago.”

I’d known about Wren for a long time.

By the second year of my relationship with Logan, her name had already surfaced.

One day, I stumbled upon a stack of boarding passes to Pacific Harbor in his desk drawer. He was flying there nearly every weekend.

When I asked, he said she was unwell and needed his care.

But when I had a fever and was hospitalized, Logan had dinner with her in Pacific Harbor.

When our anniversary came, he left to see her in the middle of the night.

We fought over her countless times.

Whenever I threatened to leave, Logan would find a way to win me back.