Switched Bride True Luna novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Emily

If Logan didn’t think that I was a recluse before, he surely thinks it how.

I have trapped myself inside of my bedroom, the door remaining closed. I have shut myself out from the world, refusing to look at the media as my families Sameer campaign against me ravages the media.

Logan’s family has been of help, keeping the press out of the video that was revealed in the courtroom. Even the judge has issued a gag order on the press who have learned of the videos existence, forcing them to remain silent as it is an active case going on, one that is not available to the public. They face the threat of the law if they published anything about it.

One would think that it would bring me relief to know that the media does not know of this stain from my past. It doesn’t. I only feel dead inside as the days pass me by, swallowed in a depression so bad that I am unable to get out of bed most days.

If it weren’t for my fiancé, I don’t think that I would be a functioning human being. If it weren’t for Logan, I would be a mess buried beneath the weight of blankets, someone in desperate need of a shower and a meal before their body begins to shut down on them.

Logan quietly enters the bedroom. He knocks on the door twice before I listen to the faint twist of the handle, his footsteps growing louder as he reaches the bed. I removed my head from the blankets, sitting up in bed as fast as I can, as he sits on the edge.

The tray holds simple food. Comfort food. Food that Logan knows cheers me up.

A grilled cheese sits on the tray. Beside it, is a bag of cheese, flavored chips, a bowl of fruit, and a chocolate candy that always puts a smile on my face.

But I’m not smiling anymore nor am I in the mood to listen to his words and motivation, his attempts to try and get me out of this bed. I don’t have the energy for it. I don’t know if I have it in. Need to complete a task as simple as brushing my teeth.

“I appreciate your effort, I really do,” I breathe the words out, knowing that denying his help will only make him push more, but I would really like to be alone right now. I just…don’t have the energy to eat.”

“That’s okay,” he speaks in a low tone, “I’ll help you, yeah?”

“Logan,” I whine. I bury my face behind my hands, unable to look him in the eye.

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An immense amount of guilt washes over me. I know that he means the best, that he only wishes to help me out in any way that he can, but seeing him sit beside me with a tray that shows his love for me, only adds the guilt that weighs me down. It adds to the guilt of the sins that I have no recollection of.

“What happened isn’t your fault, Emily, you have to know that,” Logan sets the tray to the side. The smell of the grilled cheese lessens. “You didn’t—”

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