My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 44

Christina 

"What are you doing here?" I inquired in a displeased tone. 

"Christina, we need to talk," he demanded, and I arched my brow at him. 

"Lady Christina for you," I snapped. 

Reminding him of the last time we met at dinner, he addressed me as Lady Christina. I knew it had been because of the presence of my Uncle and his family. Still, I couldn't bear it to be called a Lady by Logan. 

"Why are you doing this?" He took a step towards me, and I looked around for George. 

He was on the other side of the paddocks with the new stallion. Damn, why did he have to choose that moment to leave my side? 

"I don't understand what you mean," my tone was detached. 

I didn't want to waste any more of my emotions on Logan. He hadn't given me any reason to in the past years. 

"Why are you pushing me away?" 

"Why will I push you away?" I asked back. 

"You didn't meet me when I came to visit, and then in our last meeting, you blamed it on me," Logan stuck to his lie. 

"Why would I not want to meet you?" I cried out in frustration. 

"How could I say that? Whenever I came to your house, the butler would tell me Lady Christina is caught up in something, and she would call you later," Logan imitated the tone of our old butler at my townhouse. 

I stared at him in disbelief, "I never said anything like that. Why did you never call me if you were in town?" 

"Your butler said you would call, but you didn't, and I was not sure if you even wanted to talk to me," Logan closed the distance between him and me and stood mere inches away from me. 

Was Logan telling the truth? 

Why would the Butler say something like that to Logan? I knew Tom was not fond of Logan since, as far as I remember, he wasn't a liar. I felt like my head would explode thinking about this. 

"Why would Tom lie?" 

"I don't know.  He was never a fan of me and always tried to make Mom miserable," Logan replied. 

"But he wouldn't dare to lie on my behalf unless someone instructed him," I thought. 

"That someone has to be your father," Logan commented, and I looked up at him, startled. 

Had I thought aloud? 

"Why would Dad not want me to meet you?" I glared at Logan. 

What was he trying to imply? Dad never stopped me from being friends with Logan. Instead, he was the one who initially pushed me to get help from him. 

"I don't know," Logan clipped, "why else do you think Tom would lie? Unless he had some personal vendetta against me?" 

It might be Tom had some personal Vendetta against Logan. I didn't know the deal between Marie and Tom, but he never made it easy for her.  No matter how much Marie tried, Tom would find excuses to humiliate her. If not for Dad and his support, Marie might have left our service a long ago. 

"I think I will have a hemorrhage," I rubbed my temples with my fingers.  

"Please don't push me away, Christina. I want to go back to what we were before," Logan reached out and held my hand.

I jerked my hand away from him with a jerk. Athena started to neigh in restlessness. Sensing my chaotic emotional state. She always knew when my emotions were in turmoil.  

"I don't know how to trust you, Logan," I expressed honestly. 

"Christina, believe me, I would never stop wanting to be your friend," Logan's features were covered in pain. 

"Then why did you drift away from me?" 

"It's complicated," he murmured. 

"What's so complicated?" I questioned, "Either you are my friend, or you are not." 

"Christina, you don't understand," his deep brown eyes filled with unrest. 

"What are you hiding from me, Logan?" 

I wasn't able to understand what he was saying. What was so complicated about our situation? We had been friends since I was only ten. What had changed now? 

"We had been friends for nearly a decade," I gave him an accusing look. 

I was twenty-one years old, and even if we took out the last two years of our lives, we had been friends for nine years, which was nearly a decade. 

"I know, Christina, but I fucked up," his tone was guilty. 

"What do you mean?" 

"It's nothing." 

"How can you say it's nothing if you sacrificed our friendship for it," I accused. 

"Christina, I never ceased to be your friend. I just needed space to figure out myself," he said cryptically. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" I was confused. 

"I mean, I wasn't supposed to want my best friend," Logan blurted out in frustration.  

His eyes widened in panic when he realized what he said, and I couldn't describe what I felt then. The word shock wasn't even enough to cover my feelings. 

"What?" 

"I need to go," Logan turned and tried to leave. 

I hurried and blocked his way, "You can't say something like that and leave." 

"What more do you want to hear, Christina? Isn't it enough that I fucked up?" Logan seemed to be hurting.  

Even though I had blocked his way, I had no idea what to say to him. I never imagined Logan would think about me as more than a friend. He never gave me any reason to feel like that until today. I wouldn't lie that I had a crush on Logan in my teenage years. 

I thought Logan knew about my crush, and he always behaved in a way that never encouraged it. When Logan introduced me to his girlfriend in his senior year of high school, I accepted the fact that we could never be more than friends, and my stupid crush had ended. 

But right then, he said he had feelings for me, and I wasn't sure how to react. Or what to say to him? 

"This was a mistake," Logan said, raking his hair with his fingers. 

"What?" 

Was he calling me a mistake? I felt someone stab a knife in my heart and twist it mercilessly. 

"I shouldn't have come here," he answered. 

"What are you saying?"

"I am sorry, I lied," Logan answered. 

He lied. 

About what? 

There were so many questions in my mind, and I kept staring at him with a questioning gaze and waiting for him to explain himself.

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