10

Vivian

I grabbed the bed frame for support, the phone slipping from my hands.

My phone began to ring all of a sudden and my throat was dry. I didn't need to look at the caller ID to know who it was.

Mr. Alexander was the Stuart family's lawyer, and he had been the one who drafted the contract in utmost secrecy. The secrecy that I swore to and secrecy that I had also broken.

My body racked with sobs—he didn't even take up to an hour.

He brought my world down, his car tire tracks aren't cold in my garage.

My phone's harsh ringtone cut across the deafening silence of the room, and despite my silent sobs, I grabbed the phone knowing full well that Nate was just going to keep on calling till there was nothing left.

"H—Hello?" I said and sniffed.

"Mr. Alexander has contacted you. Be at the office tomorrow, and for your sake, don't be late." His monotone voice went dead along with the line's click.

I threw my phone on the bed and drowned in my sorrow, my hands cradling my waist.

What was I go