Marry The Billionaire Again

Michelle Harris blinked awake, her mind slowly piecing together what happened right before she blacked out.

"Grandma!" she screamed, throwing off the covers and launching herself out of bed—only to slam straight into a solid chest.

The familiar scent flooded her senses, and tears spilled over before she could stop them. She dug her nails into the man’s arms, sobbing brokenly, "You happy now, Logan Harris? What the hell did I ever do to deserve this from you?"

Michelle’s sobs tugged at something raw in Logan. On instinct, he reached out to pull her close—but she slapped him so hard his head snapped to the side, her words sharp enough to cut: "I hate you!"

She left those words hanging thick in the air and bolted out of the hospital room. Logan’s jaw tightened, his face going dark as he watched her go. He must’ve been out of his mind to feel sorry for her two seconds ago.

He sighed and strode after her. But the second he stepped out of the hospital, he spotted a crowd clustered by the entrance, all craning their necks and pointing up at the roof. He followed their gazes, and there she was—that same familiar silhouette, teetering right on the edge of the rooftop.

What the hell is she playing at now? Even as he rolled his eyes at her stunt, his feet moved faster, urgency propelling him up the stairs.

Up on the roof, Michelle’s slim frame swayed in the wind, so close to tipping over that one wrong move would send her falling. Logan’s expression hardened as he stepped slowly, carefully toward her. "Michelle, you really think I give a damn if you do this?"

At the sound of his voice, Michelle turned slowly. Her lips tugged up into a cold, bitter smile. "Logan Harris, there’s only one thing left I owe you—and that’s my life."

Then, before Logan could even react, he watched her close her eyes and lean back.

"NO!"

He lunged forward and snatched her arm at the very last second. But his own momentum carried him over the edge too, leaving both of them dangling hundreds of feet above the ground. A collective gasp ripped through the crowd far below.

Michelle fought to yank herself free, tears pouring down her face. "I give up, Logan! Just let me go!"

Logan’s jaw clenched so hard his veins bulged at his temple. His grip burned like fire against her skin, hot enough to brand her, and he refused to loosen it even an inch.

"Michelle, you don’t get to check out until you’ve paid for what you did! This is just you trying to run from your guilt!" Logan shouted through gritted teeth.

Swaying in the sharp wind, Michelle suddenly laughed. Run from her guilt? She didn’t have any sins to atone for… not unless you counted loving Logan, the very thing that’d gotten her grandma killed.

With Michelle still fighting to pull free, Logan’s body slipped further over the edge, until he was dangling too. Luckily, security showed up just in time and hauled both of them back over the ledge.

Michelle laid flat on the concrete, sobbing so hard her whole body shook. "This is all you ever wanted, isn’t it? You just wanted me dead! I gave you what you wanted—so why won’t you just let me be free? Even in death?"

Logan’s chest twisted so hard it ached. He stepped forward without thinking, ready to pull this broken, fragile woman into his arms— but a hand grabbed him from behind before he could move. "Logan, are you hurt?"

Josephine Perkins’ sudden presence froze him mid-step. His icy stare melted into softness as he gave her a reassuring smile. "I’m okay."

When he looked back down at Michelle, she’d already been rushed off by the doctors.

He was about to go after her when Josephine slumped against his chest, murmuring, "Logan, I feel so dizzy…"

As he watched her being wheeled away, Logan ultimately didn’t go after Michelle.