by Emma Vikes
Can’t Forgive You
Second Chance Diaries - Book 2
Emma Vikes
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Contents
Description
Prologue
1. Olivia
2. Logan
3. Olivia
4. Logan
5. Olivia
6. Olivia
7. Logan
8. Olivia
9. Logan
10. Olivia
11. Logan
12. Olivia
13. Logan
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16. Logan
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18. Logan
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20. Logan
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22. Olivia
23. Logan
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25. Logan
26. Olivia
Epilogue
The Rest Of Second Chance Diaries
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Description
I never got a chance to reveal my pregnancy to my boyfriend. Instead I was hit with a breakup by him on the same day I decided to let him know the good news.
8 years have passed and I am now a single mother to a beautiful girl & an aspiring lawyer in the famous Hadfield and Schrearer Law Firm.
Life was going good, until an embezzlement case comes to our firm and I am appointed as the lawyer to win it for our high-profile client.
Little did I know our paths will cross this way.
What sarcasm!!!
The bustard who ruined my life, is now our billionaire client whom I have to fight for in the court???
Enough!!! I can't take it anymore...
Because 8 years have passed and still, I can't forgive you Logan...
Prologue
Olivia
“I can’t do this anymore.”
Suddenly, it felt like the weight of the world crashed on my shoulders and I was pinned down to the ground. His words felt like a boulder trapping me and suffocating me. I could barely breathe as my brain processed what he meant and my heart began to shatter. “What—what do you…” I could barely find the right words to say, or even form an actual sentence.
Logan remained motionless in front of me, face stoic and expressionless. He couldn’t even look at me as he stared at the pavement with furrowed eyebrows. “I said I can’t do this anymore, Olivia.”
I blinked, completely stunned into silence for a moment.
He sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. “I’m sorry.”
Surprisingly, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh when he said those two words. I chewed on my bottom lip, still stunned at the sudden turn of events in our relationship. It was only yesterday when I asked him if he loved me and he gave me the reassurance. He told me that I meant the world to him and how much he didn’t want to lose me.
What had transpired in the last twenty-four hours to make him change his mind?
“Yesterday, you told me that you loved me,” I said, scratching on the nail of my thumb. It was a nervous habit, a tick which was triggered every time I felt anxious and antsy. “And now you’re telling me that you’re done. Did you wake up today and suddenly, you didn’t have feelings for me anymore? Is that how easy it is to un-love someone?”
Logan shifted uncomfortably on the bench. He simply texted me a few minutes ago that he was outside the dorm I was living in.
Unlike him, I couldn’t afford to live in an apartment and had opted to stay in university housing. We rarely met each other at my place. So usually, we met at the coffee shop where our places met halfway.
Which was why I knew something was up if he was waiting for me outside my place.
“I’m sorry, Liv. It’s—”
“It’s not you, it’s me?” I said wryly, looking at him. God, I couldn’t even bear to look at his face without another piece of my heart breaking. “Are you really going to give me that bullshit, Logan, rather than the truth?”
Hell, I didn’t even know if I wanted the truth. All I knew was that I wanted an explanation, at least, for him to break up with me out of the blue. It wasn’t as if I intended to beg him to stay no matter how much a part of me wanted to. I’d always had the principle not to chase men.
I just wanted an explanation.
“What do you want me to say, Olivia?” Logan said, rather angrily as he glared at me. It was like someone flipped a switch and gone… was the boy who seemed so apologetic to break up with me.
I could see the flash of annoyance in his eyes and I realized this was the Logan everyone had told me to stay away from. But I’d been trapped in a bubble of romance, too blinded by his sweet words to see the truth.
Before I began dating him, I had been warned one too many times of who he was. He was two years older than me, a graduating college student, so everyone knew him. They told me how he treated women and how disposable girls were to him. For a while, I believed them and my indifference to his pursuits made him chase me even more.
In the end, he got me with his sweet words and undeniable charm. In the end, I thought maybe I was different or what we had was different. We’d been going out for nearly a year and even everyone else could see the change in Logan. Or maybe I was forcing myself to believe there was a change.
I took a deep breath, trying to put up a strong front even though I was truly crumbling inside. “I want the truth, Logan. I want an explanation. You can’t just tell me that you don’t want to do this anymore. Tell me what’s wrong and maybe…maybe…” I couldn’t really bring myself to finish. He knew more than anyone how I didn’t want to chase after a relationship when it had reached its end.
A slow and cruel smirk made its way to his lips.
I felt a chill run down my spine. It felt like I was seeing him for the first time, unmasked and his real self had finally been revealed.
“Maybe what? We can fix it?” Logan scoffed, standing from the bench and sighing again, shaking his head at me. “I’m done with what we have, Olivia. I’m done with you. It was fun while it lasted but I got bored with what this is.”
I swallowed heavily, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.
He backed away, wanting to leave me alone because as he said, he was done with me. He didn’t want to stick around and do damage control because what would be the point? No matter what he did, he had already broken my heart. He already did the damage.
“You told me you loved me,” I said, loud enough for him to hear.
He stopped and glanced back, the arrogant smirk still on his face.
“Did you?” I asked.
Logan scoffed, still smirking. “Did you honestly believe that I meant it?”
His words felt like the knife already in my heart had been dragged down slowly, slicing it apart. But still, I tried to put on a strong front no matter how much I wanted to fall apart in front of him. I didn’t want to give hi
m the satisfaction of breaking my heart. Instead, I glared at him as I stood. “I thought that this would be different. They warned me about you, Logan Crewe, but I guess it’s my fault for falling into your trap, right?”
He raised both hands as if in surrender and merely shrugged. “At least we had fun, didn’t we, baby doll?”
I wanted to punch him the way my brothers had taught me to. I’d always known he had this arrogant side of him, heartless and blatant. Sometimes, he didn’t feel empathy for other people and didn’t really care whether he hurt them or not. What mattered to Logan was himself and I’d been too blinded by what I thought I had with him to see that.
I stayed rooted to the spot, the tears still threatening to fall while Logan just stood in front of me.
Again, he sighed and stepped closer. He placed a finger under my chin and forced me to look into his green eyes. His eyes used to make me feel calm and safe as if he was my greatest protector in this cruel world.
My mistake. I was meant to be protected from his cruel heartbreak.
The hardness his eyes softened as he tilted his head to the side. There it was, a glimpse of the Logan Crewe I fell in love with. “Be happy, Olivia.” And then he dropped his hand, turned around, and walked away.
I stared there for a little longer, trying to process what just happened. I could feel the lump in my throat, the sting in my eyes and the pain that had knotted in the pit of my stomach as it crawled up to squeeze my heart. Letting out a shaky breath, I forced my legs to work.
I rushed back inside the dorm and into my room. It was a good thing my roommate was out because I literally broke down on the floor the moment I got in. I pulled my knees to my chest and began sobbing. The ache was overwhelming as if it was spreading through every part of me and filling up the entirety of my soul.
I never thought heartbreak could be this draining.
Crawling to the nightstand beside my bed, I searched the drawers for the stick I’d meant to show Logan. My heart broke even more, when the lines stared right back at me. Heaving, I didn’t know what to do with it anymore.
I was pregnant.
And obviously, the father was Logan because I’d only ever had sex it with him. After all, he was my boyfriend. I intended to tell him then when he called telling he was outside my dorm, I had given myself a pep talk on how I should break the news to him. If only I’d known he had news of his own, I wouldn’t have spent five minutes talking to myself in the mirror.
Part of me wanted to chuck the pregnancy test into a trashcan and pretend like it didn’t exist. But then again, it wouldn’t change the fact that this little person was growing inside of me. Whether the baby was a he or she, the baby was my responsibility and now that responsibility was fully on me.
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks even more in frustration. “God, I’m so stupid. Everybody warned you, Liv! Everyone told you that Logan wasn’t a good guy, that he was someone you should stay away from!”
I had this box underneath my bed, one that held everything Logan had given me. It contained notes, movie tickets, and even receipts from a couple of our dates. It even had the wrapper of the gum he gave me, the move he used on me to initially get my attention. I pulled out a battered copy of The Little Prince and took out the white rose Logan gave me.
“I have a gift for you!” Logan announced, looking at me with a wide smile, his dimples showing.
Whenever he smiled like that, he reminded me of a little boy and it was absolutely adorable to see this side of him. He rarely showed it to anyone but me. I tilted my head to the side and pursed my lips, playfully narrowing my eyes at him. “Is there an occasion? Did I miss something?”
He shook his head and then placed a hand over my eyes. My lashes fluttered close, brushing against the palm of his hand. “Now, put your hands out.”
I felt a little weight on my hands and when Logan removed his hand from my eyes, I stared at a battered copy of The Little Prince. “An old book?”
“It was my mom’s before it became mine,” he said sheepishly, smiling at me shyly. “She had me read it a thousand times over, so I could understand what it meant.”
“And what did it mean?”
“That love is important,” Logan said slowly, green eyes boring into mine. “And I love you and you are the most important thing in my world.”
I sputtered out a strangled sound and resisted the urge to tear the book apart. Instead, I lashed out on my bed, gripping the covers and tearing them off the mattress. The tears continued to flow as flashbacks of our relationship continued to flash through me. I gripped the cover tighter, falling onto the mattress and sobbing into my pillow.
I felt incredibly lost at the moment, heartbroken and confused. A child was growing inside of me and the father of my baby left me as if I’d meant nothing to him. He’d told me I was the most important thing in his world, that I meant everything to him, that he loved me.
Lies.
Everything he told me had been nothing but lies. Logan Crewe was incapable of loving anyone else but himself. He strung me along and made me believe he had feelings for me, that I was important, only to throw me aside when I no longer served my purpose. Logan just threw it all away as if it didn’t mean anything.
How cruel and heartless could someone be?
I let out a shaky breath, feeling the pain making way for anger as it slowly ebbed into my heart. I stared at the pregnancy stick again, and inhaled deeply as I picked it up. The two lines seemed to scream at my face, begging me to suck it all up.
There were two things I could do at this moment. One, I could find Logan, throw the pregnancy test into his face and force him to face this with me. Or two, I could suck it up, take one day at a time and stay strong for my unborn baby.
The problem with the first one was I’d never been the kind of person to chase after guys. I swore to myself that I never would. When my dad walked out on us when I was ten, Mom didn’t chase after him and beg him to stay. Instead, Mom worked her ass off to make sure that our family could eat three meals a day.
Logan made it clear that he didn’t want to do anything with me anymore and I wouldn’t force him to.
Shakily, I placed a hand on my stomach. I felt like I could feel my little baby there and just the idea of it made my heart swell with so much love I didn’t think was possible. I needed to take one day at a time and work hard for the both of us like my mother did. The idea of raising my unborn child without a father was heartbreaking and scary.
But I’d rather raise my baby alone than raise the child with someone who didn’t want to stay by my side. I wanted to raise the child filled with love, but how could I do that if I raised the baby with Logan, who didn’t love me?
As my hand stayed firmly on my still flat stomach, I closed my eyes and made a promise to my unborn child, “We’re going to be okay, my love. It’s going to be you and Mommy, and we’re gonna pull through. I will make sure that you live a life that I know you deserve.”
The tears continued to fall but I wiped them away quickly. I didn’t have time to be trapped in the heartbreak that Logan caused. I had to make sure I stood right back up again, for the sake of my unborn child. I had to do everything I could to make sure I would be able to provide a good life for my baby.
Logan’s book was on my bed and I picked it up and for a moment, I wondered if I should just burn it. But I placed it back inside the box and put the pregnancy test there too. I didn’t want him back in my life. Although, it didn’t change the fact that even if I turned the world upside down, he would still be the baby’s father.
But he made it clear that he no longer wanted to do anything with me and honestly? To hell with him.
To hell with love.
1
Olivia
8 Years Later
I stared at myself in the car mirror, at the bright red lipstick I’d painted my lips with. The color looked so bright and vibrant, obviously demanding attention. I wasn’t entirely sure if this
idea was what I wanted to go for… or if it was even a good idea, to begin with. Technically, I didn’t know why Hadfield called me last night and told me to meet him as soon as possible.
I just I needed to be presentable in front of one of the partners of the firm I worked in and really, it was nothing more than that. I’d always made sure I looked my best whenever I was called to meet with them. The last time they called me in, I teamed up with another top lawyer in our firm to take on a big case.
A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel my heart thrumming in excitement. Nothing made me more excited than the idea of a big case falling into my lap. It wasn’t as if I hated the ones I currently worked on, it was different when it was with an important client though. It left me with a high I couldn’t explain.
The sudden knock on my car window made me jump on my seat in alarm.
Lacey Gardner stared at me with an amused smile on her face.
I rolled down my window, refusing to get out of my car just yet.
“You must’ve gotten up on the right side of the bed for you to arrive this early.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her teasing statement. It wasn’t like I was always running late, it was more like Lacey was incredibly punctual. She always arrived almost an hour before we were meant to be at work.
“Hadfield called me last night,” I told her, trying to sound casual to hide the excitement in my tone. I put my makeup back in the pouch I kept them in and slid it inside my bag. I opened the door and Lacey stepped back a little for me. “And he asked me to meet with him first thing in the morning, so here I am.”
