Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 537

(Lisa)

I stare at my phone, half-considering throwing it out the window.

Logan Bennett.

The text sits there, taunting me. Of course he’d have my number on record. But I still wasn’t expecting him to flick me a text anytime soon.

Can I stop by? We need to talk.

I want to say no. But it has to be dealt with. I know I have to make a decision.

I’m free tomorrow.

No reply after a few minutes. Whatever. I’m easy either way, buddy.

I sigh, slumping back on my couch. Thanks for reminding me just before bedtime that my entire life is a tangled mess of secrets, unanswered questions, and morning sickness.

I think about the USB. Still untouched in the back of my cupboard. Still part of shit I don’t want to deal with. I don’t need to deal with whatever is on there. It won’t change one thing I’m dealing with now.

It can stay in the cupboard.

A sharp knock at the door pulls me out of my spiral. I drag myself up and swing it open.

And there he is.

Same damn face. Same damn eyes.

But different.

“Oh… you meant now? I’m not sure… I mean, it’s a little messy in here.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

Logan’s suit is a little looser than Lance’s ever was, like he cares more about comfort than sharp tailoring. His hair is neat but not styled to perfection. And his smile—it’s... softer. Less cocky.

“Really?” I know he’s bullshitting me.

“Okay. I wasn’t, but we need to talk and this can’t wait until you’re ready to see me, which will probably be never.”

Smart observation. I stifle a grin. I step aside so he can go past me.

He takes in my apartment, eyes scanning over the cluttered kitchen counter, the throw blankets that have taken up permanent residence on my couch.

“I like it,” he says. “Feels... lived in. A little too lived in, maybe. You okay?”

“That… is none of your business.”

His lips twitch. “Duly noted.”

I sink onto the couch, motioning for him to take the chair across from me. “Alright, Bennett. You want to talk. Talk.”

Logan exhales, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “Look, I know the other day was a lot. I didn’t expect our new CEO to be someone who knew Lance so personally and had no idea I existed.”

“Okay. You didn’t just come here to say that.” It’s unnerving him being here. I don’t need him to pretend he cares. I need to get this over with.

His expression sobers. “I didn’t know, Lisa. About your history with him. I expected he would tell those close to him about finding me. If I had known, I would’ve handled things differently.”

Lance did matter. He did. He was a survivor of so many terrible things as a youth. And now, his name is tainted. His legacy is unraveling.

But how can I tell them why he did what he did? How can I make them understand? I can barely comprehend it myself. I’m way too angry with him to go in to bat for him right now.

I drag a hand through my hair. “This isn’t fair.”

Logan’s voice is quiet. “I know.”

Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating.

“It feels like the moment he died, all of his problems just became mine to clean up.”

His jaw tightens. “I didn’t ask for this either, Lisa. But here we are.”

I hate that I feel a little bad for him. He’s even deeper in the shit than me. He barely had time to get to know the complex machine that was Lance Collins.

He’s right. Neither of us asked for this.

Exhaustion is settling deep in my bones. “Give me some time. I need to think.”

Logan nods. “Time is something we don’t have. There’s a meeting next week... if we don’t fix this, the foundation will collapse. And everything Lance built? It’ll be gone.”

I stare at him, my mind in turmoil.

I don’t know what pisses me off more—the fact that Lance left this mess for me to clean up...

Or the fact that deep down, I already know I have to try.