Liam’s POV
The hum of voices filled the ballroom, but all I could focus on was Logan, standing across the room, laughing with a group of colleagues.
The past few days had been a blur of questions, doubts, and more questions. I couldn’t let it go any longer. Tonight, I was going to get the truth from him. No more lies. No more hiding.
I made my way through the crowd, my eyes locked on him. The noise around me—the clinking glasses, the laughter, the small talk—faded into the background.
All I could hear was my pulse, quickening with every step I took closer to Logan.
When I reached him, I didn’t waste time. “Logan,” I said, tapping him on the shoulder. My voice was low but firm, the anger barely contained. “We need to talk.”
He turned, the easy grin on his face faltering when he saw
