The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

“Oh, hey. We haven’t talked about the divorce in awhile, Dylan said, scanning the lunch menu. “We need to get Natalie’s signature so we can move on to the next step.”

“Oh, right. Um….about that…” Logan said, lifting his menu to hide his face from Dylan.

Dylan slammed his menu on the table and pulled Logan’s down. He stared hard at Logan’s face. “Don’t tell me you decided to not move forward with this.”

“I dunno, I just…I just think we have a chance, is all,” Logan took a sip of water, still avoiding Dylan’s penetrating gaze.

“A chance? At what? The most miserable marriage ever?”

Logan shook his head in frustration and let out a small scoff. “Look. She’s beautiful, she’s talented, she’s got great..um…” he paused. Surely she had other good qualities, he thought. Why was he struggling to come up with more?

Dylan gave him a moment before he said, “Yeah? Great list. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“Look, we’re married, she’s willing to try and make it work, I think I owe her that much.”

“Well, that’s very noble of you. Don’t worry, I’ll keep the divorce decree I wrote up on–hand for when you come to your senses,” Dylan snapped the menu back up.

“Hey, this is between Natalie and me, it doesn’t affect you,” Logan snapped, now pulling Dylan’s menu down so he could look him full in the face.

“I am looking out for you, dammit. You haven’t even been married that long and look at all the shit she has put you through. Is it worth it, just to say that you’re married or for whatever reason you are trying to stick this out?”

“I’m a man of my word, Dylan! If I make a commitment, I want to see it through!” Logan said loudly.

“Will you listen…” Dylan starting, matching Logan’s volume.

“Shh!” A man at the next table held his index finger up to his lips, cutting Dylan off.

“I’m sorry, we’ll keep it down,” Dylan said to the man. That seemed to satisfy him. He turned back to his

own table.

The two sat in tense silence for several minutes.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said finally.

“Forget it,” Dylan responded. “I’m sorry, too. I won’t bring it up again.”

Logan nodded. Another several minutes of uncomfortable silence followed, until Dylan cleared his throat. “So uh…how did it go with Hazel after she talked to you yesterday?”

The hug from the day before popped into Logan’s head once again. “It was fine. We’re back to normal.” Dylan waited a moment, expecting more from him. But when nothing else came, he said, “Is that all?”

“Well..” Logan wasn’t sure he wanted to share this next part, but knew Dylan would find out eventually anyway, so he figured now was as good a time as any to break the news. “I’m thinking about possibly replacing her.”

“What?” Now it was Dylan that was speaking loudly. “I thought you said you guys are doing alright now?”

“We are, it’s just…Natalie doesn’t want me to work that closely with another female. She’s convinced every male CEO messes around with their female secretary at some point.”

Dylan scoffed. “She probably has good reason to worry about the two of you.” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“What?” Logan looked stunned. What does that mean?”

Dylan shook his head, growing more angry by the second. “Oh come on, I saw that surveillance video. The two of you sneaking into the locker room together after hours?”

“That wasn’t anything like that, she was just….”

Dylan cut him off. “And the way you are so adamantly against me even so much as talking to her. You’ve never cared about who I talked to or dated before. You just….You…” He shook his head and stood, throwing the napkin that had been on his lap onto the table. “I gotta go.”

Logan threw his own napkin on the table and angrily watched his friend storm out of the restaurant. He shook his head and noticed the man next to him staring.

“What are you looking at?” Logan snapped.

The man turned away, leaving Logan alone to wonder what the hell just happened between him and his friend

returned from lunch feeling pretty great about things. had gotten a little me time in the day before, things were okay with Logan again, and to top it all off, the sweet little old man in front of me at the burger place I went to for lunch paid for my meal. I was winning, as the kids would say.

But then I saw the state of my desk as I approached it, and all those great feelings went right down the

gasped, then covered my mouth as I took in the sight of it. My desk and the area around it was in total shambles. I closed my eyes tight for a moment, then opened them again. I felt it was not even actually real, the disaster my eyes beheld.

1 looked at each part of my work area. Each of the drawers had been pulled out of the desk and emptied onto the floor. My notebook and sticky pads had been ripped apart and the pieces were spread everywhere. My chair had several tears in it, like a knife had been taken to it. My trash can had been

ptied onto the top of my desk, and there was the remnants of my breakfast now covering my keyboard And the area around it: yogurt, granola, what little had been left in my iced coffee cup.

The contents of my pen holder and file folders had also been dumped on the floor, and I noticed my desk and the mess underneath it all had a golden sheen to it.

1 carefully stepped closer to the desk, careful to not step in whatever the sheen was. I gingerly touched the top of my desk. It was sticky. I smelled my fingers. Honey. As if just destroying my things weren’t

enough, whoever did this had topped it all off by covering everything in honey.

At first all I could do was stand frozen in my spot, my brain struggling to really believe that I was seeing what I was seeing.

After several minutes, the shock began to wear off. My heart dropped to the floor. My notes, my favorite pens, my keyboard, my…my everything. Completely and utterly destroyed. I did not know how I would even begin to go about getting all those important documents and notes replaced. My entire party plan was in that notebook: important dates and times, party related contacts, the menu, the guest list. Everything I needed to do my job.

But more urgently, how was I going to clean up all of this fucking honey?

I noticed my computer was on and a document was open. I had turned my computer off before I left, just like I do every day. I leaned in as close as I could get without standing in the sticky mess. The document

read:

“Hey naro. You thought things were bad before you told on me? Well they are about to become much, much worse.”