Switched Bride True Luna novel Chapter 122

Emily

I wake up the next morning, feeling lighter than air. It feels as if a weight has been lifted up and off of my shoulders, the paperwork that was anonymously delivered to me providing me the comfort in security I nee push forward against my old family.

There is a new ignited hope inside of my chest. It fills the void in which formed after my mother passed, a fe that I’m finally avenging her and what was once taken from me. Finally, I will be able to live my life the way! want an icy fit with no worries or attachments to my old family to hold me back

But what about Logan?

I sit up in bed, my back stiffening while my eyes explore the room, trying to see if he is still inside my bedroo He isn’t and my posture loosens. My heart, thunders and side of my chest, slowly calming down as I grip the sheets of the bed beside me.

Logan showed a different side of himself to me last night, a side that I have never seen before in all of my days with him so far. He was there for me when I needed him the most, such as last night when I felt so emotionally overwhelmed with the weight of the papers and documents that have been mailed to me.

Logan was there through it all. The alpha male stayed by my side and cemented himself as someone who is ther to help me in my time of need. It means so much more to me than he probably realizes.

I am very aware, though, that it is bad luck to celebrate too early. Despite me feeling so light, I can still feel a wa attached to my body, keeping me down, as I know that this is not the final battle of the war that I am currently waging against my old family. I know that there is still a lot of ground that I need to cover and catch up on, and I cannot allow myself to let my guard down in a time such as this.

At least, though, I have Logan by my side to help me through it every step of the way. He is there for me no matte what. He has proved that last night while he took in and read every single document that was given to me, acting as if his own inheritance is at stake in on the line.

I get out of bed and get changed for the day, putting on a more relaxed and casual outfit for the office. I step outside of my bedroom and into the main section of logan’s home, making my way down the hallway and into the kitchen where he stands.

Logan is not in his usual suit. Instead, he wears gray sweatpants and a white T–shirt, his hair, disheveled, and messy from his sleep. I raise an eyebrow and circle around the kitchen counter, approaching him from behind, placing my hand on the back of his shoulder, catching his attention.

*Logan?” I quietly ask. He turns around and looks at me, the corners of his lips perking up when our eyes meet. “ Why aren’t you dressed? We have to be at work soon.”

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