Il suo zaffiro

chapter 11

3 weeks

Three weeks had passed since Logan left, and the longer he stayed away, the more worried I became. The house felt emptier without him, a silence that even Sara couldn't fully fill. I spent my days trying to stay busy, but as time dragged on, the uncertainty gnawed at me.

That evening, I was curled up next to Sara on the couch, my head resting on her shoulder as we watched a movie. I couldn't focus on the screen; my thoughts kept drifting back to Logan. "Has Logan texted or called? Anything?" I asked, my voice tinged with worry.

Sara shook her head, offering me a comforting smile. "Don't stress yourself, dear. Logan goes on business trips all the time. He'll be home soon."

I nodded, trying to take her words to heart. I wanted to believe her, but the anxiety was hard to shake. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I snapped my head toward it. Logan stood in the doorway, his suit immaculate, hair slicked back, and a briefcase in hand. Relief and excitement surged through me, and I squealed, rushing over to him.

Throwing my arms around him, I hugged him tightly. "I'm so happy you're home! What took you so long?" I asked, but he didn't answer. My excitement faltered when I realized he wasn't hugging me back. Confused, I pulled away, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, but he took a step back, his expression cold as he walked away.

"Logan?" I called after him, trailing behind as he ascended the stairs. He didn't respond. I followed him into his room, where he loosened his tie and sat on the edge of the bed. His silence was unbearable.

"Logan, why are you so silent?" I whispered, reaching out to hold his hand, desperate for some kind of connection. But he pulled away, the rejection like a punch to my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes, and frustration bubbled to the surface.

"You're so mean, you know that? You left without a word, not even a call, and now you come home and treat me like this?" My voice cracked, tears slipping down my cheeks. His sudden anger caught me off guard, and I instinctively stepped back as he stood up, his eyes blazing.

"I'm home," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He stepped closer, and I backed into the wall. "What the fuck do you want me to do, Sapphire? I was on a fucking business trip. Fine, you want a welcome home kiss? Here it is," he snarled before grabbing me and pressing his lips to mine in a rough, punishing kiss.

I tried to push him away, my hands pounding against his chest, but he wouldn't relent. Panic and hurt welled up inside me, and I bit down on his lip until I tasted blood. Still, he didn't let go. He pinned my arms above my head, his grip bruising as he forced the kiss deeper. I was gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face as I struggled against him.

Finally, he pulled back, his eyes dark as he licked the blood from his lip. The moment he released my arms, I slapped him hard across the face, the sound sharp in the silence. Without a word, I turned and ran from his room, choking on my sobs.

I fled to my room, collapsing onto the bed as the tears came in waves. He was so mean, so different from the Logan I had known before he left. Maybe if he hadn't gone on that trip, he wouldn't have treated me like this. The pain of his coldness cut deep, and I cried until exhaustion finally pulled me into a fitful sleep.

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The next morning, I was woken by a sharp knock on my door. Groggy and still emotionally drained from the night before, I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door. Logan stood there, hands shoved into his pockets, his expression unreadable.

The sight of him brought back all the hurt and confusion from last night, and I was about to slam the door in his face when he stopped it with his hand. "Leave me alone," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but he ignored me.