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Logan entered the bedroom to find Hope seated on the chair, sadness had occupied her face. Closing the door behind him, he approached her and knelt down in front of her, gently taking her hands in his.

“Hope, look at me,” Logan spoke softly, his tone filled with compassion.

She met his gaze, her eyes reflecting confusion and distress. “Wasn’t she dead? I don’t understand any of this,” Hope voiced her bewilderment. “I don’t mean to offend you, but the way she looked at you, and even hugged you, made me feel insecure,” she muttered; tears welled up in her eyes.

“Hope, I love you, not her. You told me that I was your present and I still am. I’m confused about her sudden appearance. She was dead as far as I know. I don’t know seeing her I felt nothing. I mean that day I saw her body myself,” Logan stated while furrowing his brows together. He was puzzled with the fact that how could Olivia be alive when he himself buried her and was in her funeral too.

Hope leaned down and hugged him tightly. “I don’t wish to lose you. I admit to you how jealous I was seeing her. And she suddenly said you should divorce me. I feared that you would actually…” She couldn’t finish off her words as Logan interjected her.

“Never. I won’t divorce you,” Logan pronounced with a firm voice and he detached himself from the hug. They both stood up and he kept his hold on her hands. “You are my wife and you will always be. No one can replace you from that. Olivia’s return cannot affect the relationship we both share with each other. Even the Moon Goddess has witnessed my love for you,” he stated with genuineness.

Hope hummed as she took a deep breath in. “Logan, do you know when she suddenly introduced herself as Olivia, my world suddenly disheveled? She was with you in the vulnerable phase of your life when you needed someone to lean on,” Hope muttered, expressing the root cause of her insecurity. She believed that Logan would melt away seeing Olivia and might thought of leaving her.

“Indeed, Olivia was there for me during a dark time when I lost my parents. But even then, she couldn’t evoke the same emotions I feel with you. It’s with you that I learned the true importance of empathy and understanding, of not being self- centered,” Logan declared, his voice filled with gratitude and affection for Hope. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She wrapped her arms around her and rested her head on his chest, feeling

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comforted. His hand automatically moved to her head as he stroked her hair.

In the evening. Roaxana and Fred returned from work to find Olivia in their house, a sight that left them both stunned.

“How can you be alive?” Roaxana questioned, her eyes wide with disbelief as she struggled to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. Her thoughts

immediately turned to Logan and Hope, worried about how they might be coping with Olivia’s sudden reappearance.

“It’s a long story, Roaxana,” Olivia began, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. Despite the shock of seeing her, she managed a warm smile. “You’ve grown into such a pretty lady.”

As Olivia recounted her tale of survival, revealing how she had been in a coma for many years, the room fell silent with the weight of her words.

“I buried you myself,” Logan’s voice cut through the stillness, drawing their attention. He stood beside Hope, his expression inscrutable as he regarded Olivia with a detachment that spoke volumes. It was evident that his feelings had shifted, and he no longer harbored the same emotions for Olivia.

William smiled to see Logan while his uncles and aunts remained neutral.

“Do you remember my

distant brother?” Olivia inquired, her gaze shifting to all of them. “He took me to the hospital after he dug the grave. I believe the doctors were mistaken about my death. I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s the truth,” she affirmed, locking eyes with Logan as she spoke. However, her attention was drawn to the sight of Logan holding Hope’s hand, a subtle indication of their bond.

“You can’t expect Logan to wait for you indefinitely. He believed you were dead for so many years,” Roaxana interjected, offering a pragmatic perspective.

“I understand. Please forgive me if my actions caused you pain, Logan. I’m sorry for intruding here. I was unaware of your marriage, or else I wouldn’t have come,” Olivia apologized, her voice filled with regret as she lowered her

gaze.

“Logan did indeed move forward with his life faster than we all anticipated. It seems Hope has cast her spell on him,” Elizabeth remarked with a hint of sarcasm, alluding to the undeniable influence Hope had on Logan.

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“Where is your distant brother, Victor? I’ll ask him to take you to your home,” Logan stated.

“He isn’t in the city currently. I’ll go by myself. You have changed,” Olivia murmured, staring at him.

Henry entered the living room with a coffee mug in his hand and saw how Logan wasn’t affected by Olivia’s presence at all. It bothered him because Logan was mad about Olivia.

“Let Olivia stay here tonight. It’s getting late, and her brother isn’t in the city either,” Elizabeth suggested, deferring to William, the head of the household, to make the final decision.

William nodded in agreement. “Yes, Olivia can stay here tonight,” he confirmed.

“Logan, can we talk in private?” Olivia requested, her gaze turning to Hope. “Hope, will you allow us?”

Hope hesitated, unsure of what to say. Despite her own reservations, she

recognized the significance of Olivia to Logan and reluctantly gave her permission for the private conversation, acknowledging the importance of closure for both Logan and Olivia.

“You should go, Logan,” Hope said as she pulled her hand back. Olivia noticed all that and realized Hope had more influence on Logan than her. It infuriated her, but she couldn’t show it on her face.

“Follow me,” Logan said and headed to the garden.

Olivia passed a smile to Hope and went behind Logan.

“Oh God! Why did Grandpa allow Olivia to be here? Hope, why did you let them talk in private? I don’t find Olivia has returned with good intentions. All this is so puzzling,” Roaxana voiced out her frustration.

“I think Olivia needs a closure from Logan,” Hope stated.

Henry gritted his teeth as Roaxana’s brain was sharper than he had thought. He silently sipped his coffee, wondering how Olivia would convince Logan.

Back in the garden, Logan abruptly halt and turned to look at Olivia. “What do want to speak about?” he asked.

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“Why do you sound so cold?” Olivia looked for an explanation in his eyes.

“Because your explanation didn’t satisfy me, Olivia. In which hospital were you admitted? Why did Victor never come to me and told me that you were alive? I was agony for many years. Do you think it’s easy for me to believe?” Logan blurted out.

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Olivia enveloped Logan in a tight embrace, her words laden with emotion. “Logan, I don’t understand why he did that. Why don’t you ask him yourself? You have no

six idea what it was like for me when I woke up and realized I had lost over years a coma. The only person on my mind was you. I promised you that you would always have a place in my heart, but it seems you’ve forgotten that promise to me,” Olivia confessed, her voice trembling with overwhelming emotions.

Releasing herself from the hug, Olivia locked eyes with Logan. “I’m sorry. I fear I may have returned too late for us,” she murmured softly, her expression filled with regret and longing.