Marry The Billionaire Again

Josephine didn’t say a word, but that slow, deepening smile on her face told Michelle everything.

“I never took you for this cold. Giving me all the credit for this is just puffing me up to make the fall worse…” Michelle’s thoughts screamed that Josephine was nothing but a complete, unhinged lunatic.

The second Michelle turned to walk out, Josephine suddenly pulled a knife and held it straight to Logan’s mother’s throat. “Michelle Harris, take one more step and I kill her right here, right now!”

Seeing Josephine ready to strike, Michelle lunged forward—not because she cared about Logan’s mom, but because she couldn’t let herself get framed for murder.

The commotion startled the people outside. The second the hospital room door flew open, Josephine drove her knife straight into Logan’s mother’s abdomen.

Blood gushed out immediately. Michelle grabbed Josephine’s wrist and shoved her as hard as she could away. No one caught the tiny, almost unnoticeable flicker in Logan’s mother’s eyes.

The knife was still clamped in Josephine’s hand when she went tumbling to the floor. She stared at the bleeding wound on Logan’s mom and laughed darkly. “Michelle Harris, you’re finished!”

“You’re completely crazy!” Michelle pressed both hands hard against the bleeding wound, screaming frantically at the people pouring through the door, “Hurry, call for help!”

Josephine let out a cold, sharp laugh, then lifted the knife again. Before Michelle could even process what was happening, Josephine drove it straight into her own shoulder. Blood bloomed fast, soaking through her white hospital bandage.

That’s when Logan burst into the room. One look at the blood and chaos, and his face went white with shock.

“Logan, call someone to help my mom!” Michelle screamed, desperate.

Rage roared through Logan the second he saw his mother bleeding out all over the floor. He stormed forward and shoved Michelle hard out of the way. Meanwhile, Josephine, slumped on the floor, breathed out weakly, “Logan… please… save your aunt…”

That was when Logan noticed Josephine was hurt too. He ordered someone to wheel his mom straight to the ER, then gently lifted Josephine into his arms.

“Josephine, you okay?”

“Logan, she tried to kill your mom. You have to arrest her!” Josephine’s tearful plea sounded so broken, so heart-wrenching.

Finally, it clicked for Michelle. She understood exactly what Josephine had planned all along.

She spun to Logan, frantic to deny it. “It wasn’t me! If you don’t believe me, ask him!”

She jabbed a finger at the man who’d just walked in. “Tell him what you actually saw.”

“Logan…” Josephine called weakly, her face paper-white, her hands twisted tight in anxious fists.

Logan looked down and squeezed her hand to soothe her. “I’m here. No one’s gonna hurt you now.”

Then he shifted his cold gaze to the man. “Tell us what you saw.”

“I heard shouting from the hallway, came in, and saw Michelle holding a knife to your mom’s throat. She said something about finishing what the car crash didn’t…”

“You’re lying!” Michelle’s shout cut through the room, sharp enough to make the man freeze mid-sentence.

Logan’s expression darkened further. His icy gaze pinned Michelle to the spot, and his voice came out cold and sharp. “Keep going.”

“Then… then Miss Perkins tried to get the knife away, and Michelle stabbed her too…”

Michelle stared at the man in utter disbelief, tears burning and spilling over her eyes. She stepped toward him, jabbing a finger hard against his chest. “How can you stand there and lie like that? Don’t you have any shame?”

“Enough.” Logan’s deep, booming voice cut her off. Michelle’s eyes snapped up to meet his—impassive, icy, unforgiving. “Michelle Harris. I never thought you could be this cruel. Looks like you need some time in jail to think about what you’ve done.”

With that, Logan turned and walked out, leaving Michelle standing alone, a hollow, desolate smile tugging at her lips...