Chapter 3 Car Sex in a Vehicle

Natalie's POV

The color drained from Logan's face instantly. He instinctively reached for my hand, and I pulled away without hesitation.

"You know how seriously I take loyalty. I can't handle being cheated on. If you can explain what those charges on the card are about, then I'll just assume you're having an affair."

I held myself together with the last bit of calm I had, but my eyes were already turning red.

The overwhelming hurt and the feeling of being betrayed by the person I loved most — it was like invisible hands squeezing tight around my throat.

Logan and I had met in college. My grades and career prospects had been better than his, but after I got pregnant, he convinced me to stay home as a housewife, saying someone needed to take care of the family.

I had given so much to this family over the years. How could he do this to me?

Logan completely panicked. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around me without thinking. I struggled hard to break free, but I couldn't get out of his grip.

"Honey, just listen to me — it's not what you think. I didn't cheat. I lent the money to Brianna."

I stopped struggling and looked at him, confused. "Why would you lend her your card?"

Brianna White was Logan's aunt on his father's side, though they weren't related by blood — Brianna had been adopted by the Ryan family. Her husband died in a car accident last year. She and I had never been close, and I'd only asked about it briefly. Logan, on the other hand, had always been good to her.

He'd told me once that when he was little, he almost got attacked by a dog, and Brianna was the one who saved him.

That explanation brought me back down.

Seeing me calm down, Logan kept going.

"You know Brianna's been having a rough time lately, right? She called me out of nowhere, saying she needed to borrow some money, and I just lent it to her without thinking twice. If I'd known it would make you think this, I never would have given her the card."

He finished and then looked at me with those sad eyes. "Honey, can you believe me now? If it bothers you, I'll call her right now and ask for the money back."

So that was the truth.

I felt a little embarrassed looking at Logan. I'd been too narrow-minded about this.

Honestly, this was kind of my fault. If I'd just asked him calmly from the start, none of this would have happened. But that similar figure I'd seen yesterday had planted so much doubt in my head that by the time I confronted him, I'd already decided he was guilty.

I looked down and apologized. "I'm sorry, babe. I shouldn't have lost my temper like that."

Logan pulled me into a tight hug. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. Now that we've got the medicine, let's go back and be with Aiden."

"Okay."

I nodded and followed him back to the room -where I immediately spotted Brianna, also wearing a hospital gown.

She looked a little pale. When she saw us, she said, "Logan, Natalie, you're back."

I stared at her, confused. "Brianna, what are you doing here?"

She smiled and explained, "I heard Aiden was in the hospital. I happen to be staying here too, so I came to check on him."

But I instinctively glanced over at Logan.

I hadn't posted anything about Aiden's fever online, and Logan was the only person I'd told. Had he told Brianna?

A second later, Logan seemed to read my mind.

"Brianna had found a puzzle set online and wanted to give it to Aiden, so she called me to ask if he'd like it. That's when I mentioned he was in the hospital."

I nodded slowly, thinking it over.

I'm not sure why, but even though the explanation sounded perfectly smooth, something still felt slightly off.

I didn't want another awkward misunderstanding like before, so I just changed the subject. "Brianna, you should get back to your room and rest. Logan and I can handle things here."

The hint was pretty obvious.

Brianna's expression shifted — she looked a little uncomfortable. Honestly, I'd never had a great impression of her.

Ever since Logan and I got together, she has always seemed to have something going on that needed his help. And Logan, always grateful for what she did for him as a kid, would drop everything and rush over every single time.

I always figured that once they both got married, that kind of dynamic would naturally fade. But after her husband passed, the last six months had felt like a step back in time. Even late at night, if Brianna called saying a pipe had burst, Logan would be out the door immediately.

If I complained about it, it would just sound petty — these were big things, and she was a widow in a tough spot financially. Making a big deal out of it would make me look cold-hearted.

But if I said nothing, there was always this nagging feeling I couldn't shake.

Logan stayed quiet. Brianna said a little stiffly, "I won't bother you then. If you need anything, just say the word."

She walked past me, and as she did, a gust of wind lifted her hair — and I caught a glimpse of a fresh hickey on her neck.

Did Brianna have a boyfriend?

I didn't think too much about it and turned my attention back to keeping Aiden company.

Around noon, Logan suddenly looked urgent. "Honey, my assistant just called — there's a problem with that project from yesterday. I have to go back to the office and deal with it. I'll be back as soon as I can."

He looked so rushed that I just nodded. "Go ahead. Drive safe."

Logan had told me how important that project was — if it went through, it could bring in at least a hundred thousand dollars, and we'd finally be able to take a family trip.

After he left, I asked one of the nurses to keep an eye on Aiden while I went downstairs to grab lunch.

But as I was walking through the hospital parking lot, I happened to glance toward the far end — and noticed a car that seemed to be rocking in a steady rhythm.

I was stunned. Was someone actually doing that in a hospital parking lot in broad daylight? How desperate could you be?

I looked again — and then something felt wrong. The car looked way too familiar. It looked like ours.

My stomach dropped. I bent down and carefully looked toward the car, and there it was — our license plate number.

In that moment, it felt like my whole world collapsed.

So I hadn't been imagining things. I hadn't been wrong about Logan.

He really had betrayed our family.

He'd lied to my face about going back to the office - just so he could sneak downstairs to be with her.

And then, almost like I couldn't stop myself, I thought back to the day Aiden was admitted — the doctor casually mentioning that couple where the girl had a ruptured ovarian cyst.

It all adds up—the hickeys, the charges on his paycheck card from yesterday, and Brianna who suddenly wound up in the hospital....