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Logan Whitfield had cheated. Vivian Hartwell stood outside the fitting room of a bridal boutique and listened to her fiance with another woman. "Logan, be honest. Does this dress look better on me, or on your fiancee?" Sloane Mercer asked. "On you," Logan replied without hesitation. "I can't get enough of you. Doesn't that prove it?" Sloane laughed, satisfied. "Good. I want you to remember me. On your wedding day, and every anniversary after that, you'll think of today." The voices were low, but clear enough to leave Vivian cold all over on the other side of the door. So, this was why Logan had been "traveling" so often. Vivian fought down a wave of nausea and went to her car. They had been together for seven years, and together, they had built Whitfield Group from nothing into what it was now. Her sister, Camille Hartwell, had always warned her that Logan wasn't the right man. Just then, Vivian received a message from Camille on her phone. "We won't be attending your wedding. Do as you please." Vivian's eyes reddened as she typed back. "I'm not getting married." The reply didn't come right away. When it finally did, it was blunt. "Come back to Durmont in a month, and I'll believe you. If you don't, we're done as sisters." Vivian sent a single word. "Okay." Then, she put her phone away, started the engine, and drove. Logan had just emerged from the bridal boutique with Sloane clinging to his arm. The moment he spotted Vivian's license plate disappearing down the road, he froze. For a heartbeat, hesitation flickered across his face. Logan brushed Sloane's hand away, smoothed his clothes, and snapped his polished facade back into place. "I'll have my assistant take you home." Sloane pouted. "No. You said you'd go shopping with me." Logan silenced her with a look and a pat on the head. "Be good." Sloane didn't dare push. She withdrew her hand and left with his assistant, Jack Patterson. Once she was gone, Logan walked to his car. The paint reflected his face clearly
