Chapter 0211
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I must have misheard, because there was no way that Logan just told me I should quit my job. Maybe I did hit my head after all. Maybe this was all some kind of coma dream.
“Come again?” I asked.
I
“Quit your job,” he said. “I make enough that I can take care of you. It’s time you give up this pretense and become my wife.”
“I’m already your wife,” I said. “What you want is for me to be some kind of… of… what? Live–in servant?”
“A homemaker.” Logan’s brow pulled together in obvious confusion.
Some women were happy to be homemakers, and I had not ill will toward them. Taking care of a house and a family while supporting their partner was no easy job.
But I had my own career ambitions, my own dreams, and being a homemaker did not fit them.
Someday, I wanted to be a world–famous actress. I wanted to star in movies or Broadway plays, and be world–renowned for my ability and my dedication to the craft. I couldn’t achieve that by hiding myself
away
in some mansion, waiting for Logan to come home every night so my day could begin.
“No,” I said firmly, my anger rising. “And that fact that you would even suggest that to me makes me believe that you don’t know me at all.”
Logan seemed taken aback.
“I don’t give up when things get tough,” I continued. “I just work harder. I meet any problem head on. This was my fault. I should have been keeping better track of my eating.”
“I have enough money for us both, Hazel. I can take care of you, and nothing like this would ever happen again.” Logan seemed earnest, that was what made it hurt all the more
“I don’t want to be taken care of,” I tried to explain. “I want our relationship to be a partnership. I refuse to be a burden on you. I want to be someone who can hold up my own end of everything.”
“You are being difficult on purpose,” Logan accused. He stood.
Following his lead, I forced myself to sit up. I wobbled a little at first, but rallied myself by promising myself a hearty meal after this confrontation. I refused to back down during it.
No way would I walk away from this letting Logan think he won something here.
“Hazel, you fainted right inside of my office doorway.” He gestured back to the spot. “Do you think I want to see you that way? That I want you to continue to place yourself in situations where this could happen? Better for you to quit, let me take care of you, and then I don’t have to worry.”
“You wouldn’t have to worry because I’d be tucked away like a princess in a tower.”
“It wouldn’t be like that. I’d never keep you prisoner.”
“Yet you’d take away my only current outlet of supporting myself? What about my apartment?”
“Your lease can be bought out. And you could still support yourself. We can negotiate some kind of allowance…
Chapter 0211
“Allowance?!” I scoffed, well and truly insulted now.
“That’s what many high society men give to their wives,” Logan said, somehow confident that this argument made his point, when all it really did was send my fury into a fiery rage. “You’d be able to buy whatever you want, within reason
“Stop.”
“If there is something more expensive that you want, you can simply ask me, and-”
“Stop!” I shout.
Logan blinked, surprised by my outburst. I was a little surprised too. Technically, I was still on the clock and Logan was still my boss. I had no right to raise my voice like this, as Logan’s assistant. As his wife, though, I had every right to let him know how asinine I found his suggestion.
“I will not be dependent on anyone,” I told him. “Especially you!”
“Why especially me?” Dylan snapped back
