CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN – DROWNING IN A SEA OF JUDGEMENT

As Logan was led away, Deonna found herself alone with Vivian's scrutinizing gaze. She took another sip of champagne, wishing it were something stronger. The party continued in a blur of fake smiles and veiled insults. Deonna felt like she was drowning in a sea of judgment and speculation. Every laugh seemed too loud, every glance too knowing. She was in the middle of a stilted conversation with a group of Logan's college friends when she overheard a snippet of conversation that made her blood run cold. "Can you believe it? Knocked up the help and now he has to marry her. Classic Logan, always cleaning up his messes." Deonna's hand tightened on her glass. She scanned the room for Logan, finding him deep in conversation with some board members. As she watched, he threw his head back in laughter, looking for all the world like he was having the time of his life. Something in Deonna snapped. She strode across the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor with purpose. "Logan