Lynn’S POV:
I press closer, breathing in his scent—clean and masculine and safe. His heartbeat thuds steady against my ear, grounding me when everything else feels like chaos.
"She chose them," I repeat, because I can't stop saying it, can't stop making it real. "She actually chose them."
"I know." Logan's arms tighten. "I know, sweetheart. And I'm so f*****g sorry."
The endearment breaks something loose. Sobs tear from my chest—ugly, ragged sounds that I can't control. All the pain and betrayal and rage pours out in waves that shake my entire body.
And Logan—Logan just holds me. Doesn't try to stop the tears or quiet the sobs. Just holds me steady while I break apart, his strength the only thing keeping me from shattering completely.
"They don't deserve you," he says fiercely when m
