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
EZEKIELI woke up from a dream, with Vivienne's voice still clear in my mind. "I can't believe this. After everything... I was just a substitute." My heart was pounding, and I stared at the ceiling, trying to push the dream away. It was always the same—Vivienne's sad desperate eyes, looking at me, full of pain.Since our divorce, sleep had been hard to find for me. Every night, I lay awake, thinking about Vivienne and the hurt I caused. Her words from the dream felt so real and recent, like she was right there, reminding me of my mistakes.I rubbed my face, feeling tired and old. It had been years, but I couldn't forget the way she looked at me that last day, as if I had broken her heart.How did I let things get so bad? How did I not see what I was doing to her?The divorce was supposed to make things better, but instead, it trapped me in a cycle of regret. Every night, I was reminded of the woman I pushed away, the woman I lost. I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on today. Tonig
EZEKIELIt was definitely Vivienne. I’m sure of it! How could I forget someone I once married? I gritted my teeth as I watched Viatrix, whom I was sure was Vivienne, be at the center of the crowd, entertaining people who were amazed by her masterpieces. She had been the center of attention for what felt like forever. Fortunately, I finally found a chance to talk to her in private after. The crowd had scattered a bit, giving me the opening I needed. The event was held in a luxurious hotel in Paris, with grand chandeliers casting a warm glow over the marble floors and fancy decor. As I approached Vivienne, I couldn't help but notice how different she looked. She was wearing a stunning evening gown that hugged her figure perfectly, the deep emerald green silk making her stand out even more. The dress had beautiful details, showing off her design skills. Her hair was styled elegantly in a bun—her favorite hairstyle that I never appreciated before because I wanted her to look just like
VIVIENNE GRITTED her teeth as she halted in her walk, Ezekiel's question lingering in the air. How had she been all these years? The audacity of him to ask such a thing after everything they had been through made her blood boil. She turned to face him, her expression cold and distant."It's none of your business, Ezekiel," she said, her voice as icy as her gaze.Vivienne met Ezekiel's green eyes, looking genuinely interested. Still, she refused to let herself believe him. Ezekiel's question irritated her that after everything he had done to her before, he had the nerve to look regretful and concerned. She knew he was just acting to get her to agree to the collaboration and she wasn't about to let his fake concern fool her.Ezekiel wouldn't let her go that easily. "Vivienne, wait—"Just then, Alex appeared, her eyes narrowing as she saw them together. "Kiel, there you are," she said, her voice strained with forced cheerfulness. "What’s going on here?"Alex walked towards Ezekiel and
EZEKIEL STEPPED OUT of the crowded party, needing a moment to unwind after the drama with Vivienne and Alex. The fresh air was a relief as he walked away from the noise and tension. He had left Alex inside, chatting with the guests, and found himself a quiet corner near the garden. As he stood there to take deep breaths, he noticed a little girl standing alone by a fountain. She wore a cute gown that looked a bit too formal for her small frame. Something about her struck a chord in him. He felt a sense of familiarity and connection between him and the girl. The girl looked lost, her eyes wide and searching.Ezekiel approached her gently, not wanting to scare her. “Hey there, are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and kind.The girl looked up at him, her eyes brightening. “I’m lost, Sir,” she admitted using her cute voice. “I can’t find my brother or my mom.”He knelt down to her level, offering a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll find them. What’s your name?”“I’m Vera,” she s
VIVIENNEPiper visited me at my studio the next morning, curiosity written all over her face. The studio, with its high ceilings and bright windows, was my sanctuary. Whether it was my studio in New York or here in Paris. My studio was where I poured my heart into my designs, where I felt most in control. But today, it was also where I would have to face the reality of the previous night."So, Viv, what happened at the party?" Piper asked, settling into a chair by my desk. She looked around at the sketches and fabric swatches scattered everywhere, but her focus remained on me.As usual, she felt at home in my studio. I sighed, setting down my pencil and halting on designing a purple outfit for Vera’s new doll which she requested. "It was a mess, Piper. If only you were there. Ezekiel and Alex were present, and of course, drama followed,” I said. Piper’s eyes widened with concern. "What did your ex-husband do?""He had the nerve to ask how I’ve been all these years, as if he cares,"