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Vivian

I stood there, frozen in shock, as the words cut through the room like a knife.

I turned around and my eyes met hers and for a moment, we just stared at each other. It was no one other than the witch, Eve. I was taken aback by her presence, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing here.

Her stare was filled with a mix of anger and resentment as she continued spewing out her lies.

"You're a two-timer, Vivian," she spat, her voice venomous. "Playing Richard here for a fool, just like you played your husband, Nate. You're a master manipulator, using people for your own gain."

The room fell silent, and I felt embarrassed as I glanced around taking in the expressions of the people in the crowd.

I felt my face burn with anger and shame. Why was she lying about me in front of all these people? I tried to speak, but my words caught in my throat.

Richard's grip on my arm tightened. It was a silent show of support. "That's enough," he said, his voice firm.

But Eve wasn't fini