Logan sat on the white leather sofa, leaning back, he crossed a long leg over his other, the leather chaps making a whooshing sound as he moved, a Jack Daniels Whiskey in his hand and took a sip while he waited for his wife Jade. His head swam with the effects of the alcohol but he ignored it, his jaw tense with anger.

He began suspecting Jade was having an affair about a month ago when she started working late and making excuses why she didn’t want to make love. She would often come home with her clothes disheveled and her hair mussed in spite of making an effort to hide the fact she was sleeping with her boss Avery.

At first, he just assumed she was indeed working late because she loved her job with the Alliance. After the invasion of Sandrock, Avery offered her a position in his office if she would join the Alliance and Jade was excited about it. Logan had been happy for her and supported her fully.

When he began suspecting she was sleeping around, he hired an investigator to follow her and he came back with multiple incriminating photos of her in Avery’s arms and some of her in bed with him. Logan heard the door open and when she came into the living room, he downed his whiskey and calmly put the empty glass on the table before looking at her and throwing the yellow manila envelope to her and she caught it. So Jade how long has Avery been fucking my wife?

Jade swallowed, looking down at the pictures of her with Avery. Logan, I can explain. Logan snarled and stood up. Go ahead dear, I’m listening.