Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 298

Marguerite was feeling just as conflicted as the others—her mood was hardly any better, and she had no idea what to do next.

She shouldn’t have dug into this mess from the very beginning. Even if the truth eventually came out, it would have been something between the two of them; at least then, she wouldn’t be carrying around all this guilt.

“What does any of this have to do with you?” Hogan’s voice was gentle but firm. “I was going to find out eventually. Even if you hadn’t done any digging, I would’ve learned the truth some other way. So there’s no reason for you to feel guilty.”

He paused, his tone softening. “You’ve been worried sick about me these last few days, all because of my problems. I’m the one who’s caused you trouble.”

Hogan cared deeply for his sister and hated that his own problems had dragged her down.

“What are you talking about?” Marguerite protested. “We’re family—real family. How can you say something like that? Your problems are my problems. Watching you fall apart day after day hurts me too, you know.”

She hesitated, then admitted, “I started looking into that woman because I’ve been burned before. I just couldn’t stand the thought of you going through the same heartbreak I did. That’s why I tried to find out the truth.”

“But I never expected there really was something wrong. Or that things would go this far…”

Marguerite’s voice trailed off. She felt helpless, at a loss for what else to say.

“It’s all right. You only did what you did for me. I should be thanking you,” Hogan said quietly. He’d never blamed his sister—not once. He knew that everything she did came from a place of love.

“Anyway, let’s not talk about this right now. Leonard’s calling me.”

The elderly Mrs. Murphy looked pale and troubled. It was clear something had just happened—and it probably had something to do with them.

“Grandma, I’m home,” Leonard said as he walked in, his voice even. He glanced at his grandmother, then turned his gaze toward the man who, in name, was his father.

His eyes were cold and distant. There was no warmth there—how could there be, after all these years of silence and absence?

Leonard had once hated this man. He’d abandoned the family without a second thought, running off overseas and starting a new life, even a new family, without looking back.

It was as if Leonard had never mattered to him. All these years, the man had never once reached out. In truth, the two of them were as good as strangers.