As soon as Bella and Harry left, Logan started mocking me.
"Why are you so stingy now? You can buy new things when they break and repaint the walls when they get dirty. Why do you have to bully a mother and her son?"
Bully them?
The anger I had suppressed for so long finally erupted.
I glared at Logan, my eyes red with fury. "My husband is always hanging around with another woman and her child. How do you expect me to be generous? Have you ever made breakfast for me and Mia in the past few years? Mia was pushed down twice by Harry, and did you ever ask about it? If you care about them so much, why not just move in and be Harry's father?"
Logan panicked, seeing my teary eyes. "Chloe, why are you making such a fuss over a child? Bella's had a tough time raising her son alone. You should be more considerate."
"Her problems are not my responsibility! Why should I have to understand?"
My hysteria made Logan frown.
"Chloe, where's the considerate woman I used to know?"
Yes, I had been considerate ever since I met Logan.
When he got drunk because he missed Bella, I carried him home from the bar, made him sobering soup, and took care of him.
He told me how hard it was for his parents to raise him, so I offered to forgo a dowry and even bought a house for us to get married in.
When he complained about the cafeteria food at work, I carefully prepared lunch for him every day.
He said he felt sorry for Bella and her son and considered her just a friend. I believed him and never stopped him from helping her.
But despite my understanding, he only got worse.
Logan and I didn't speak for two days. On the third night, he got a call and hurriedly dressed to go out.
I stopped him.
"Where are you going at this hour?"
"Harry has a high fever. I need to take him to the hospital."
"Why not call 911? Why do you need to go?"
"Bella can't handle this on her own."
I remembered Mia's high fever last month. I had woken Logan from his deep sleep, asking him to take her to the hospital.
What did he say then?
"It's just a fever. Give her some water. If that doesn't work, give her some Motrin."
At 2 AM that night, I took a taxi and rushed Mia to the emergency room alone.
Watching Logan's retreating back, I spoke coldly, "Logan, if you walk out that door tonight, we're getting divorced."
Logan paused. "Chloe, you need to know when to stop being unreasonable!"
He left without looking back.