He Arrested My Father at Our Wedding Chapter 09

He Arrested My Father at Our Wedding Chapter 09

“Look over the divorce papers.”

When I placed the documents in front of him, he was standing in the middle of the living room in that house.

The coffee table still held the wedding invitations no one had had time to clear away. They were printed on ivory cardstock, with Logan Reed & Sienna Nolan in gold foil and the ampersand curling into her last name as if their names had already fused together.

He did not touch the papers.

“Sienna, can you give me a little more time?”

“How much do you need? Twenty months? Or another wedding?”

The words hit him so hard that he took half a step back.

“I know this was my fault. I didn’t see Olivia’s report, but I signed off on the arrest plan, and I carried out the operation. The responsibility is mine.”

“Logan, you finally said one true thing.”

I pulled my suitcase from the corner of the living room to the sofa and began packing my things one by one.

There were not many. I had not brought much with me in the first place.

Two coats, a few books, and an old desk lamp I had used since college.

He stood there watching me pack, his hands hanging at his sides as if he had no idea where to put them.

“Can you stop for a minute?”

“If you have something to say, say it. Then I’ll keep packing.”

“Sienna.” He took two steps and crouched in front of me, looking up at me.

That angle reminded me of the day he proposed. He had knelt the same way then, on one knee, holding up that sunflower and promising me one every year.

“I admit I approached you because I had an assignment. But if it had only been an assignment, I wouldn’t have brought you into this home. I wouldn’t have let you rearrange my closet. I wouldn’t have gotten up at five every morning to warm milk for you.”

“And you also wouldn’t have shoved my father’s face against a table at our wedding.”

His words stopped.

I kept packing.

“Do you know what I find hardest to accept?” I brought the handwritten recipe notebook out of the kitchen and opened it to the first page. “It’s not that you investigated me. It’s that you investigated me for twenty months and never asked me a single question.”

He opened his mouth.

“Seven million dollars. The source was clear, the money trail was clear, and the tax records were complete. Your partner found that out seventeen months ago. If you had asked me once, ‘Sienna, what is this money?’ I would have laid everything out for you.”

“At the time, I—”

“At the time, you let Olivia lead you around. But Logan, that was your choice. You chose not to ask me. You chose not to trust me. You chose to use a wedding as a sting operation. No one forced you to do any of that.”

He knelt there, and his eyes slowly reddened.

He was one of the city’s most decorated law-enforcement officers, a Medal of Valor recipient, and a man with seven scars from stab wounds.

Now he was kneeling in his own living room like a child who had done something wrong.

“Sienna, it wasn’t that I didn’t trust you. I—”

“If you had trusted me, you would have asked me first and investigated afterward. Instead, you investigated for twenty months, then pulled out your evidence in front of everyone at our wedding.”

I zipped up the suitcase.

When I stood, I noticed a small box under the coffee table.

It was the ring box. We had never gotten to exchange the rings because the arrest plan had interrupted the ceremony.

I bent down, picked it up, and opened it.

Two wedding bands lay on black velvet. I picked up one of them and turned it over.

The inside of the band was engraved with a tiny line: LR♡ SN.

My fingers brushed over it for two seconds.

Then I closed the box and set it back on the coffee table.

“Look over the papers,” I said. “There’s no property dispute. The house is yours, and I don’t want anything. I came into this clean, and I’m leaving clean.”

“Sienna.”

“Sign them, Logan.”

He stayed on his knees, looking up at me as his lips trembled.

“I won’t sign.”

“I’m leaving whether you sign or not. The only difference is whether the paperwork is legally done.”

I dragged my suitcase to the door and opened it.

“Sienna.” His voice chased me from behind, carrying a plea I had never heard from him in our entire relationship. “Don’t go. Please.”

I did not look back.

“Logan, you upheld justice for everyone else. But with me, you were never fair.”