Vanna's Jealousy

Two days passed, and Vanna was still trying to make sense of everything. As she sat in her hotel room, lost in thought, there was a sudden knock on her door. With a sense of unease, she got up to answer it. As soon as she opened the door, her eyes locked on Logan's, who was standing there with an infuriatingly smug expression on his face.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

The man's expression quickly turned into a sly grin as he spoke, "I thought you trusted Avery? How come I heard that you sent someone to investigate him? To find out who he's with on that yacht?"

"I don't need to explain myself to you."

"You can't deny that I was right about Avery and his little fling with Ida, can you now? What's the matter, Vanna? Is your perfect little world starting to crumble?" Vanna's fists clenched at her sides as she fought to keep her emotions in check. She knew Logan was enjoying every minute of her distress, but she refused to give him the satisfaction.

"That's not true," she said, her