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VIVIANI turned on my bed and almost fell off. My eyes snapped open at once. Bright light was streaming into my room through the window. I sat up on my bed and yawned, taking a moment to really take in my surroundings. My room here was smaller than the one in Nate's mansion but at least I was free of the heartache that came with living in that house. I made my bed quickly while humming a tune under my breath before skipping to the bathroom to shower and wash my teeth. Now that I was pathetically jobless, I needed to work twice as hard or it would only be a matter of time before I tucked my tail between my legs and sought out Nate. The thought was so repulsive that I almost gagged on my toothbrush. I sat in front of my vanity, applying my ten step skin care routine while speaking words of affirmation to myself because a nagging fear kept gnawing at me that I might not be able to do well on my own. Just as I finished applying mascara, my phone buzzed from the pocket of my bathrobe.
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VIVIANI could hear the sound of my heart pounding in my rib cage. I snatched my arm off Emily's hands and exhaled heavily. "What the hell, Emily." I breathed out when I had taken in enough air. But she wasn't listening to me. She peered out the corner, her eyes darting from side to side and when she had confirmed it was safe, she collapsed against the wall and took off her hat. Her hair spiralled down to her shoulders from the back of her neck where she had held it loosely. "What is going on?" I pressed, unable to keep the indignation out of my voice.I did not know what to make of the situation as everything had happened so quickly and I had a lot of questions to ask her too but I was too disoriented to even begin to gather my thoughts. "Those men were tailing you." She wet her bottom lip with saliva and looked to the ground. "I was not sure what they were after but I didn't want to take chances." I looked at her. The wounds on her face had lightened considerably but she still
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VIVIANI stared blankly at my phone. Nate was calling yet again. How did he not pick up on the underlying nuances in my behavior when I spoke with him the last time? Had he always been this tactless or was he really clinging onto me, trying to wear me out with irritation? I sighed and picked up the phone, reminding myself that even though I did not want to talk, I had at least promised myself to be civil with him henceforth. "Hello." His baritone voice responded almost immediately I picked the call. "Hi." He said. There was a hint of caution in his voice and it puzzled me. Whatever he wanted to talk about must be pretty delicate. I just hoped it had nothing to do with the douchebag presently waiting to rot behind bars. I had made it explicitly clear that I wanted nothing to do with Richard's case moving forward and I was dead serious. It was time to live a life devoid of worries and to do that, I had to cut off the two men who were the biggest orchestrators of my problems. Not
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VIVIANMy head throbbed painfully despite the aspirin I had just ingested. My body did not at all feel like mine. My palms were sweaty, my throat dry and my eyes itchy. I did not know what to think, did not even want to think at all. I just felt the irresistible urge to lie on my bed and sleep it all away. These days, it felt like I was being hit by ice stones of trouble every other day. It was either Nate, or Richard, or Emily and it was getting too exhausting for me to act like I was alright inside. I had thought divorcing Nate and moving out of his house would grant me the respite I needed but this far, I'd barely had a moment to exhale. It felt everyday like I was underwater, waiting with bated breath for something, anything to happen. I was simply going through the motions now, paranoid and bored and just essentially uneasy. It was not only sad, it was distressing. I had told myself multiple times that I had finally let go of every toxicity in my life but how could I when my
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VIVIANI stood outside the hospital room trying to pace myself. It had only been a few days but it felt like an eternity since I last saw her. The image of her looking lost as she lay on the bed, extremely weak and unable to move filtered through my mind and sent a sharp stab of pain through my heart, I thought I might cry. But I knew I couldn't show my true emotions in front of my mother. I needed to be strong and be excited so she would be happy too. I took in three calming breaths in quick succession before I knocked and opened the door. The sight that greeted me was surprising in a pleasant way. My mother was seated on bed and being fed by a caregiver. She looked up and me with twinkling eyes and my heart melted. A wide smile broke out on my face as I inched closer to the bed. "Hello, good morning." I greeted the caregiver. She was a small woman with a kind face who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. I had heard stories about caregivers who got violent with
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VIVIANI sat back on my seat trying to calm down. We had decided to forego the looming banter for clearer heads. Nate had graciously pocketed his check and apologized, alongside Mr. Alex for mentioning my baby and we were all sitted again pretending to be civil. I still simmered in anger within me but I knew this wasn't the time nor the place for such, so I agreed to let it go. "Let's please proceed." Mr. Alex said. He looked eager to get this done and over with after my outburst. "Yes, please." I replied enjoying his discomfort. He was always so in control and for most of the time we were married, I had come to resent him a bit since he was Nate's spokesperson. Of course, he was only doing his job as a lawyer but he still came off as annoying sometimes. Right now, he perched on the edge of his chair as though there was fire on his butt. "Go ahead, Alex." Nate said with a defeated sigh. He did not bother to hide his unhappiness at the situation and I couldn't be bothered to pre
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VIVIANI watched Nate's eyes light up. He had not seen his mother in so long but I did not expect him to look so excited, especially when she looked like she did not share his enthusiasm in the least. "Mom." He made to hug her but she sidestepped him as if she had not noticed his movement. "You look good." She said giving him a brief once over before looking away from him as if she did not have a second more to spare acknowledging him. Nate ate up her compliment and smoothed out nonexistent creases from his suit. She fixed her steely gaze on me and I flinched involuntarily. I was not sure what she was about to say and it unnerved me. The woman had a penchant for nitpicking at the slightest of things. She smiled at me but her eyes remained unkind as she appraised me, dragging her eyes lazily over my entire body. It felt as though she could see through me, as if she was peering into my soul and discovering something she seemed problematic in there. I smiled at her pretending not t
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VIVIAN Nate's hand felt warm in mine. I wasn't sure why he was being so effusive but I played along with it. After all, all eyes were suddenly on us after my announcement that I would rather sit beside Nate than Gran. I'd just wanted to play the role of good wife, plus I felt uncomfortable being left alone with Gran but Nate was being too forward. He took my hand in his and led me towards the dinning room while making sure nobody collided into me. When we walked in, Gran who was already seated at the head of the table waved us over. "Sit here." he said nodding to the chairs closest to him on the right side. Some of Nate's aunties and uncles had already settled into the chairs on the left side. Nate pulled out a chair for me and took the one closest to Gran. I was grateful that I did not have to sit beside Gran and answer his invasive questions because I was certain I would slip up and it seemed that Nate's mother had irreparably ruined my mood. "Is this seat taken?"
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