Chapter 117: The Pregnant Lady
Jean crossed her arms, walking up with slow, deliberate steps. Her voice was low, sharp like glass. "Hovering over a married man while his wife is gone? Classy."
Cassandra’s lips curled. "Oh, I didn’t realize we were playing wife now."
Jean stepped closer, smiling with venom. "Oh, we’re past playing. I’m the woman sitting across from him tonight. The one going home with him. And the one wearing his ring."
She lifted her hand slightly, just enough for Cassandra to catch the shimmer of the diamond.
Cassandra’s mask cracked, ever so slightly. Her voice lost some of its charm. "You think you’re so special, don’t you? Like you’ve won something."
Jean didn’t flinch. "I don’t think I’m special. I know you’re not. You’re just another Chapter in his past... while I’m the headline right now."
Cassandra’s eyes flicked to Logan, who said nothing... watching them both, his jaw clenched but eyes unreadable.
Cassandra’s voice dropped, bitter and heavy. "I wanted what you have. The name. The spotlight. Him. But I guess he always had a taste for unattainable women."
Jean leaned in, her voice cool but cutting. "And here I thought you were good at reading men. Guess not."
Cassandra’s eyes flashed, but she didn’t reply. With one last tight lipped smile, she turned around and left.
Jean stood there for a moment, chest rising with each breath. Then she sat down, back straight, refusing to look at Logan.