It was past 12am in the middle of the night but Georgia brought out all her boxes and started packing her clothes into the boxes. She remembered to leave everything that Logan had bought for her and she couldn't help but laugh upon realizing that Logan had only gotten her a gown and a pair of shoes ever since they got married.
They were supposed to attend a wedding as a couple and Logan had claimed that he didn't want her to embarrass him so he had gotten his assistant to order a dress and pair of shoes for her. And of course, both the dress and shoe size were wrong and Georgia had never been uncomfortable the way she was that day in her entire life. She had to visit the restroom virtually every ten minutes to adjust her dress and check how badly bruised her feet were. The wedding gift as well was left behind.
Georgia chuckled as she sat back on the bed, staring at the now-graveyard-like estate. Why she was in this kind of mess in the first place ran across Georgia's mind.
She had met Logan when she was a kid and he had been her hero since then. She had always wanted to marry him and be his wife, despite the fact that she knew it was impossible, but an opportunity had presented itself. She had also wanted to find out pieces of evidence of what had happened that night and since Logan was somehow involved in it; marrying him would also give her that opportunity. She had hoped that she would be able to finally make Logan fall in love with her; otherwise, she would not have agreed to the marriage. The money was nothing to her.
But before her dreams could be realised, they were shattered right in front of her eyes. She not only didn't get Logan to fall in love with her, but she also didn't find any evidence of what happened that night and so at the end of the day, there was no need to even stay there any longer.
Georgia washed and dressed the next morning, pulling her packed boxes outside the house while the maids and butler looked on, but no one stepped forward to stop her. Although they had only lived with Georgia for a year, they had never seen her like that before; she was quiet as usual, but the aura she exuded terrified them all.
Georgia chuckled as she pushed Logan's room door open, and her gaze swept across the room, admiring the theme. She could count the number of times she had stepped into his room ever since they got married. Logan hated people entering his space, just the same way she had thought that he was ice cold to everyone. She found out he was just like that to her only.
She placed the box and card in her hand on the table and took one more glance at the room before stepping outside the room. She walked down the stairs, pulling a pen from her purse, before heading to the seating room.
In the centre of the living room; on the table was a black file, and she flipped it open. Her eyes ran over the document and without hesitation, she scribbled her signature on it and slammed it shut.
She refused to let the words on the file get to her. She rose to her feet and walked out of the house, a sharp glint in her eyes. The driver opened the door for her and Georgia got in, she didn't spare another look at the mansion as the car drove out of the compound. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. The other person picked up the first ring.
"As of this moment, I'm officially divorced, let's get my things back."
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As soon as the driver drove into the mansion, Logan could feel a headache coming. He had thought of numerous ways to make Georgia divorce him quietly; Tricia had also come up with some nice suggestions as well. At the thought of Tricia, his lips curved upwards lightly.
But when he walked into the house, it felt strangely empty; there was no Georgia running around the kitchen, frantically preparing breakfast for him, or loud music playing in the background. Georgia always thought that songs were a huge motivation to cook so there was always a song playing whenever she was cooking. But there was practically no noise at all.
"James," he called and an older man came rushing into the seating room.
"Where's Georgia?" Logan asked and the older man stared at Logan weirdly.
"She left," he replied, and it was Logan's turn to stare at the old man strangely.
"What do you mean she left?" Logan asked as his eyes flickered toward the black file on the table. He walked towards the table and picked up the file. Georgia's impressive handwriting and signature smashed him back in the face.
"She signed this?" Logan asked in shock.
"Yes, sir," James replied, and Logan dropped the file in shock and bafflement.
"Call her," Logan said, resting on one of the chairs and crossing his legs.
The butler was swift in bringing out his phone and placing a call across to Georgia. He placed the phone on the table and put it on the loudspeaker. The call was picked up on the third ring and Georgia's clear voice rang in the room.
"Hello"
"I see you have signed the divorce papers." Logan sneered as he said, "Send me your bank account information, and I will send you the hundred million compensation." He knew Georgia too well; she would never abandon her life as a wealthy woman. It was probably the hundred million dollars' alimony that made her sign it. The thought made him want to puke but Georgia's next words made him freeze in place.
"I don't need your stinking money," Georgia replied and promptly hung up.
Both the butler and Logan stared at the phone in a daze and extreme shock. Logan racked his brain and tried to remember when Georgia had ever spoken to me that way but nothing came up. Georgia had never ever raised her voice at him before; her voice was always quiet and soft. He refused to believe his ears.
"Call her again," he instructed, gulping quietly. The Butler reached out and pressed the call button.
'This number is unavailable. Please try again later
Logan chuckled and then chuckled again before rising to his feet. She had actually dared to block his number? She agreed to divorce him and did not want anything from him, which should have made Logan happy, but for some reason, he felt something was wrong. He turned and climbed the stairs toward Georgia's room.
As he expected the room had been emptied out and it looked even more empty than when Georgia moved in. The butler opened the wardrobe and Logan was shocked to find a gown hanging on the clothes rack and a pair of shoes beside it. He was quick to recognize it as the gown that he had bought for her when they had an important event to attend the year before.
"She left this?" Logan asked no one in particular and then sneered. The butler then dropped a box on the bed.
"She left this as well," he said and Logan turned before freezing. They opened the box and everything was intact. This was the wedding gift that he had gifted her on their wedding, it was worth over a hundred million and a money grabber and poor nurse like Georgia would never leave this behind.
He walked out of the room and walked towards his room, pushing the door open; there was a box and card on his table. He swallowed his saliva opening the box and a flash of surprise spread through his face. He was quick to recognize the brand of the wristwatch he was holding and he was sure it would cost nothing less than hundreds of millions.
He turned to James who was standing behind him "Ask Phillip; there has been any kind of huge transaction on my account recently. About five hundred million to seven hundred million" Logan said and James nodded walking out of the room.
Logan placed the box back on the table and picked up the card beneath it. He flipped it open and there were only a few words in it.
Happy Birthday, my love.
There were lots of hearts next to it and with how messy they were painted, Logan didn't have to think about how excited or happy she must have been when drawing it.
"Mr. Phillip said there has barely been any kind of transaction on your account for the past five months," James said, walking back into the room.
"In fact, the card was only used twice. To buy a cup of coffee and used it at a supermarket. Both transactions cost just over $500," James added, and Logan blinked his eyes, trying to process the information he had just received.
If Georgia barely used the card that he gave her, how was she able to get everything she had? A wristwatch costing more than $400 million? Where did she find the money? All kinds of thoughts ran through Logan's mind and he turned to James swiftly.
"Did she say where she was going?" Logan asked and James shook his head.
"No, sir," he said, and Logan rubbed his forehead to think.
"Find her. I want to know where she went," Logan commanded. He found it hard to describe why he was bothered in the first place. He had wanted her out of his life and finally she was gone but something just didn't feel right. And as a businessman, Logan knew something not feeling right meant there was something not right.