VIVIENNE
As I sat in the conservatory of our mansion, I heard the distant babble of the home staff drift away. I had given them the rest of the day off.
Today was my birthday, but I was waiting for Zeke alone once more instead of celebrating.
I glanced at the small gift box on the glass table, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers which was delivered by Zeke’s assistant saying it was on my husband’s behalf.
The box was the same size as the ones I received over the years with no surprise.
I didn’t bother to open it. I bet it was the same gift he gave me last year and the year before that—a luxury car, just a different brand.
I was perfectly sure that it was only Zeke’s assistant doing his professional job. I did not even know whether Zeke remembered my birthday or if he just intentionally ignored my birthday for some reason.
I sighed and forced a bitter smile. Why was I still expecting? Ever since that incident happened, everything took a sudden turn for the worse between us.
Maybe, I just hoped today would be different, a chance to fix our relationship as Zeke had been distant and cold since when.
Neither of us wanted that to happen. Deep down, I thought I was the one to blame too. This realization only made the ache in my heart grow stronger day by day.
As the evening wore on, I resigned myself to the fact that Zeke wouldn't be coming home. It was late when I finally decided to head to bed, exhaustion and disappointment weighing heavily on me.
I was already asleep when the banging on the door startled me awake. Groggy and disoriented, I fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. The pounding grew louder and more insistent. I hurried to the door, heart racing.
When I opened it, Zeke stood there, supported by his friend Andrew. Zeke’s eyes were bloodshot, and the smell of alcohol was overpowering.
“Finally,” Zeke spat, glaring at me. “What took you so fucking long?!”
“I’m sorry, I was asleep,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Andrew looked at me but didn’t say anything as he helped Zeke into the room. Zeke shook him off roughly, stumbling forward.
All of Zeke’s friends thought he deserved better. Although they never gave me a hard time, I knew they only showed politeness because of Zeke.
I was never truly accepted in their circle. Sometimes, I could see it in their eyes and hear it in their whispers when they thought I wasn't listening.
They believed I wasn’t good enough for him. The weight of their silent judgment added to the loneliness I felt in this gilded cage.
“Don’t forget Alex will be back tomorrow.” Before Andrew left, he reminded Zeke while had a confusing glimpse of pity at me but I did not pay enough attention to that.
My husband's usually composed demeanor was replaced by a disheveled appearance and the scent of alcohol clinging to his clothes.
But his drop-dead gorgeous looks were still noticeable. Yet, seeing him like this made me think that the man I fell in love with seemed so distant now.
Zeke opened his eyes and looked at me with longing for a moment as if he was looking for something through me. Soon, his green eyes turned sharp.
“Didn't I tell you I don't like when your hair is up?” His brows furrowed angrily as he removed my hair from a bun.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
His touch, once tender, now felt like control. My heart hammered so fast.
Then, my husband stated, “Take off your clothes.”
My eyes widened in utter disbelief. The intimacy I craved felt tainted by his anger and confusion.
I forced a smile, trying to hide my disappointment.
"Zeke, you're drunk. And I’m not in the mood—” I tried to argue but he already unbuckled his jeans and freed his hard shaft. It immediately stood proud, making me feel the heat. Still, I was not in the mood to do it.
“You don’t really think you could refuse me, right?” A sneer of scorn crossed his face.
“I thought you already knew your position. How could you still don't know how to behave?” His voice was faintly mocking.
“But—” Even before I said something, he already rose from the bed to be on top of me. I felt trapped, caught between my love for him and the fear of what he was becoming.
There was a great disparity of strength between us, and even my refusing seemed like another kind of welcome.
I soon surrendered to this rare intimate moment we couldn't have for some time. He raised the hem of my dress and made me bite it.
Kissing me aggressively, he parted my legs and positioned himself between them.
His right hand pinned both of my arms on top of my head while his other hand grabbed one of my breasts.
I let out a moan while he was kissing me because of the sensation he made me feel. Then when he got bored kissing me and squeezing my twin mountains, he fixed our position before he finally aimed his manhood at my sensitive spot.
“Z-Zeke—ahh!” My nervous caution turned into a moan as Ezekiel began to enter his long sword into my body. He kept groaning as he thrust in and out on me aggressively. I moaned in unison to his groans.
I was torn whether to stop him or to just enjoy feeling him inside me. The conflict between my physical desire and emotional pain was almost unbearable.
“Ezekiel, I’m cumming!” I gripped his arms which were firmly keeping my hips steady when I felt that I was about to reach my climax. His eyes darkened as he kept going faster.
“Ahh! Ahh!” I arched my back as I came and felt hot liquid from his member fill me.
My husband lay beside me as he relieved himself.
Somehow, bitterness crept within me. I must be silly to expect him to at least give me aftercare. But no. He acted like I was just merely an object to him.
“Take the pill after you clean yourself,” he said impatiently as he wore his clothes back.
My eyes welled up with tears because of his indifference as reality sank in.
He looked at me quietly without any feelings while I tried my best to steady my breathing in a misty of eyes but then his heartless words hit me harder like thunder exploded over my head.
“I want a divorce.”
VIVIENNEZeke had disappeared after that day, and I chose not to contact him immediately, needing some time to calm down and think things through. Now, I was finally ready to talk to him calmly about the divorce.Just when I was about to call him, I found pictures of Zeke and a woman all over social media. The woman’s face was hidden, only her back visible. My heart pounded as I stared at the images, recognizing the familiarity in their closeness. It was clear that that woman was important to him, and the sight made my stomach churn.There they were, smiling and surrounded by friends who teased them mercilessly.“Get back together already!” one comment read.“You two are perfect for each other,” another one commented.Then, I saw the comment from Andrew, one of Zeke’s friends: “You’re always better with her, bro.”“Oh God.” I gritted my teeth as my heart broke.In every photo, I could see the love in Zeke’s eyes as he looked at the woman. It was a look he had never given me, not once.
VIVIENNEI took one of my husband’s cars and drove to his company. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and despair fueling my determination.I just couldn't let myself stay still while my husband was disrespecting me. However, deep down in my heart, one of my reasons was that I wanted us to fix this too.When I arrived, I stormed into the building. My steps were hurried and resolute. I even gained attention probably because of the evident anger in my expression but I didn't give a shit anymore.I walked into Zeke’s company building, my heart pounding with determination. No one recognized me; Zeke had never brought me here or introduced me as his wife officially. Gathering up my courage, I approached the front desk, trying to keep my voice steady.“I need to see Ezekiel Harrington. I’m his wife,” I said, meeting the receptionist’s skeptical gaze.The receptionist raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.“Sure you are," she said sarcastically. "We get people like you every day.
VIVIENNEI kept replaying the things that happened after my birthday but the doorbell rang. Wiping away my lingering tears, I hesitated before opening the door. To my horror, it was Alex standing there, looking as composed and confident as ever—the last person I wanted to see."What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely hiding my shock and resentment."We need to talk, Vivienne," she replied firmly. Her tone wasn't harsh or degrading, but it carried an air of finality that made me uneasy.I didn't intend to let her in, but something in her expression made me step aside. She walked inside, glancing around the house with a nostalgic smile."The house is still the same," she muttered, her voice softening. "So many memories here. And the tulips in the garden... They're still my favorite."Was she doing this on purpose, or was she just clueless that saying those things would hurt me?Clearly, she had a special bond with Zeke, one that I could never compete with. The way she talked
EZEKIELVivienne’s lips curled into a bitter smile as she looked at me. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter anymore, Zeke.”A dry laugh escaped my lips."Are you serious?" I asked, finding her words absurd. "Are you expecting me to believe that you might be pregnant?"She flinched, the color draining from her face.“This is a joke. A bad one. If you really are pregnant, then whose baby is it? We both know it can't be mine, not with the precautions we've taken."Her eyes widened, a mixture of hurt and fury flashing across her face. I could tell she would be a great actress."You think I'd lie about something like this? You think I'd cheat on you?" she snapped, her voice laced with deep disappointment rather than anger.I shook my head, a mocking smile playing on my lips."Oh, come on, Vivienne. Really? This is your big play? Pretending to be pregnant to keep me around? It's pathetic."Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her entire body trembling, but it wasn't rage that I saw in her
AN ELEGANT WOMAN stepped out of the bustling arrivals area at the airport. Her high heels clicked softly against the tiled floor. Heads turned as she moved, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders and her designer dress hugged her figure perfectly. Beside her stood a boy and a girl, her adorable twins, who drew just as much attention.As they waited, Vivienne's phone rang. She answered it promptly. "Hello?""Madame, did you arrive safely?" the housekeeper's concerned voice came through."Yes, we're fine. Just landed," Vivienne replied, glancing at her children. "Is the car on its way?""Yes, Madame. It should be there in a few minutes. Please take good care of yourself."“I know. Please tell Mom and Dad not to be worried and that I’ll miss them.”After that, Vivienne ended the call. Only a few moments passed before her phone buzzed again with an email notification from her assistant."The Harrington Luxe contacted us again, wanting to make an appointment to talk about t
EZEKIELNo, how could it be her?As the driver drove through the city, I pulled out my phone. "Mr. Harrington," came the prompt answer from my assistant, Brooks."Brooks, I want you to check on Vivienne," I said.I tried not to care much but the side face that I saw earlier somehow bothered me.I hadn’t heard from Vivienne after the divorce. It seemed like she had just disappeared after we parted ways. I wouldn’t deny. After we divorced, there were still moments when I wondered where she was. But after she signed the papers, that was the last time I heard anything from her. It was as if she stopped existing. "Of course, Mr. Harrington. I'll get on it right away,” Brooks said. I nodded and diverted the topic. “What about Viatrix? Any updates about the mystery designer?” I asked. Viatrix was a mystery designer whose first collection basically became a phenomenal overnight success in the few last years. The last collaboration with Viatrix made a company turn a quarterly profit for
VIVIENNE STOOD IN her studio, surrounded by sketches and fabric swatches, deep in thought as she prepared her next season's collection. Her team was working diligently to bring her vision to life.Her friend, Piper, walked in, carrying a cup of coffee."Vivienne, have you given any more thought to your plan about Harrington Luxe?" she asked, taking a seat nearby.Vivienne paused, pinning a piece of fabric to a mannequin."I have, Piper. It's a great business opportunity, and I won't let personal history cloud my judgment. Business is business."Piper looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Are you sure? After everything with Ezekiel, it’s not just business. There's a lot of history there."Vivienne nodded, her expression firm."I know, but I'm not the same person I was back then. I've grown, and I'm stronger now. I can handle this. Besides, if he's truly changed, it could be beneficial for both sides." She shrugged.Piper smiled, seeing the determination in her friend’s eyes. "I'm prou
VIVIENNE STOOD IN front of the mirror, making final adjustments to her elegant dress. Tonight was the night she would reveal herself as Viatrix, the mystery designer behind the latest stunning collection. The coordinators kept her updated, ensuring every detail was perfect."Everything is set, Miss Lancaster," one of the coordinators said from the other line. "The guests have started to arrive, and the venue looks amazing.""Thank you," Vivienne replied as she ended the call. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. With a final glance in the mirror, Vivienne straightened her shoulders but then, the door swung open, and Alex walked in.Alex’s eyes widened in shock before narrowing with a familiar disdain. She couldn't believe who she was seeing after all these years. The sight of Vivienne brought back a flood of memories and a surge of jealousy. How could Vivienne be here, looking so confident and out of place?“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up,” she smirked, crossin