Logan lifted his head and stared straight at me. With absolute certainty in his voice, he pointed at me and accused, “It was you! No one else hates me enough to do this! I’m just a country bumpkin! I just like playing harmless jokes! Why would you make me suffer this kind of humiliation and torture? I just want to die! I want to die!”
As soon as he finished shouting, he scrambled to his feet and charged toward the window, only to be held back tightly by Abigail.
“Logan. Don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure you get justice.”
She kept comforting him. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and a few drops fell.
It dragged me right back to that rainy night.
Almost the same look, same expression.
So, that was it.
Her love had changed hands.
Her heart had flown far away.
“Harrison!” Abigail’s furious shout snapped me out of my thoughts. “I’m realizing you’re getting more and more vicious! Just because Logan shaved your head, you take it this far and bully him like this? Have you no shame?”
“He shaved my head,” I said coldly, letting out a laugh. “I returned the favor. Now we’re even. Besides, doesn’t he like getting couple tattoos with you? I just helped him out. One more tattoo means one more declaration of love for you.”
Abigail’s face darkened instantly. She clenched her teeth and said, “Logan and I are not that kind of relationship. I value his talent, potential, and thoughtfulness. Not someone like you—petty, unreasonable, always stirring up trouble. Not someone as malicious as you!”
I never imagined that one day, Abigail would describe me with words like these.
All that sincerity, fed straight to the dogs.
“Let’s get a divorce. If you think he’s so great, then go be with him,” I said with finality.
I didn’t want to waste any more breath arguing. I dropped those words and turned to leave.
But behind me, Logan’s dissatisfied voice rang out.
“Abigail, didn’t you say you’d get justice for me? You’re just letting him walk away like this? Won’t everyone think I’m easy to bully now? That they can humiliate me whenever they want? You lied to me! I really wish I could just die right now!”
Harrison's POV
Even watching his drama, I only let out a cold laugh.
Perhaps Logan didn’t know that everything Abigail had today was built by my own hands.
The moment I reached the parking garage, more than a dozen bodyguards blocked my way. Instantly, my heart sank.