Vivian's POVI receive a call from Megan, her voice urging me to meet her at a cafe. Despite my initial reluctance, I find myself agreeing to the meeting, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.It's ironic how eagerly George must have shared the news of our divorce with her. He must be overjoyed at the prospect of being free to pursue his desires without constraint.I can't help but feel a surge of resentment towards both of them.Reluctantly, I prepare myself for the encounter, a mix of curiosity and a desire to endure Megan's hypocrisy driving me forward.I apply makeup with a skilled hand, accentuating my features in a way that exudes confidence and a touch of sensuality. Choosing a fancy dress that hugs my curves in all the right places, I step out, determined to face whatever awaits me.I take a taxi to the café, where Megan has asked me to come.It didn’t take long for me to arrive at my destination.As I walk in, my heels click against the floor. There is a sense of defiance in my st
I stand frozen, shocked, a gnawing fear gripping me tightly. The intensity of our earlier confrontation is now overshadowed by this unforeseen turn of events.My heart pounds in my chest as I look at Megan lying motionless on the ground, her body stained with blood. The screeching sound of the car's brakes still echoes in my ears, a reminder of the harrowing accident that just occurred.Without a moment's hesitation, I spring into action, rushing toward Megan's side.The car that hit her was about to run away. I hurry over and stop the car."Where are you running away?" I exclaim. "You hit her. Can’t you see she is injured and unconscious? Shouldn't you be humble enough to take her to the hospital and compensate her?""Hey, get off my way," he yells, glaring at me dangerously. "Or else, I will kill you."His intense gaze sends a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively step back, realizing the potential threat he poses.As he speeds away, leaving me in a state of shock, I quickly gat
George’s POV…In the quiet confines of the hospital room, I stand by Megan's side, watching her sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest bring a sense of relief, reassuring me that she is indeed okay.My gaze traces the bruises that mar her delicate features, the remnants of the accident that befell her. Her face, once radiant with joy and laughter, now bears the marks of the ordeal she endured. Bruises adorn her legs and hands, and a protective gauze wrap envelops her injured head.It pains me to see her in such a vulnerable state. The sight tugs at my heart, a reminder of the fragility of life and the preciousness of the people we hold dear.As I stand by her side, my thoughts drift to the phone call she made right before the accident. My heart sank into my chest as I heard the screeching tires.In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and my fear for Megan's well-being gripped me with an intensity I had never known before.The memory of that moment fills me with a lingeri
Vivian’s POV…The atmosphere in the room turns tense as the sound of the shattered plate echoes through the house.George's anger is palpable; his eyes are filled with rage. He glares at me, his fists clenched tightly."Go to the police station," he says through his gritted teeth. "Report the car that hit Megan. I don't have time for this right now. I need to be with her."He turns abruptly and storms out of the room, leaving me there speechless at his outburst. I watch him leave, his figure disappearing from sight. Taking a deep breath, I gather myself and try to regain composure.I pick up a piece of the broken plate, setting it aside. With calm determination, I begin to eat my breakfast, savoring each bite despite the lingering tension in the air.The room is filled with a mixture of silence and the clinking of cutlery against the plate, the only sounds in the otherwise empty space.Later that day…I enter the police station, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. As I app
Vivian’s POV…As the bus resumes its journey, my mind remains consumed by thoughts of George and Megan, their relationship, and the stark contrast with my own experiences.Lost in the labyrinth of my emotions, I scarcely notice the passing landscape outside the bus window. The raindrops on the glass create a blurry veil, mirroring the haze of my thoughts and the tears that threaten to surface.The bus traverses the city streets with a rhythmic motion, its engine humming softly in the background. The sounds of honking horns and distant sirens blend into a symphony of urban life. Yet, these external stimuli fail to capture my attention, overshadowed by the tumultuous storm raging within me.Lost in my reverie, I am oblivious to the fellow passengers around me, each engaged in their own private worlds. Their hushed conversations, the rustle of newspapers, and the occasional jolt as the bus navigates turns become distant echoes in the backdrop of my thoughts.Gradually, as the bus approac
George’s POV…I am so mad after learning that Vivian is with a man that I drive straight to the bar, my thoughts swirling within me like a tempestuous storm.My friend was waiting for me. His eyes convey both concern and curiosity. Without uttering a word, he gestures towards a nearby table where Vivian and the man in question are engrossed in conversation, oblivious to my arrival.My jaw clenches, my fists involuntarily tightening at my sides as I take in the sight before me.The man wears a smug expression, his grin stretching from ear to ear, fueling the flames of my anger. Every fiber of my being longs to lash out, confront him, and unleash my frustrations upon him. But a deeper understanding holds me back.I know from the beginning that Vivian has a crush on someone and that she has never been able to express her feelings to that man. I am acutely aware that this man may be the elusive figure who has occupied her heart and mind—the one she yearned for.While the realization bring
I wake up and find myself in George's arms, our bodies entwined intimately.His eyes open, meeting mine, and a mix of emotions flickers across his face.The realization of our shared passion from the previous night washes over me, causing my cheeks to flush with a deep blush. Even though I have had sex with him many times, an unexpected shyness envelops me, making it difficult to meet his gaze for long.Reacting quickly, I slip out of his embrace and hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around my body, I try to regain composure, but my heart still races with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire.George follows me, his smirk revealing his amusement at my sudden bashfulness.He playfully asks, "Why are you acting shy? You are acting like you are naked for the first time in front of me."I nervously request that he leave the bathroom, hoping for some privacy to collect my thoughts.To my relief, he chuckles and complies, walking out of the bathroom with a knowin
Later that day…I step into the mansion, my breath catching in awe at the sight that unfolds before me. The grandeur of the decorations embraces the essence of celebration. The expansive halls are adorned with intricate floral arrangements, their vibrant colors breathing life into the elegant surroundings. Roses, lilies, and daisies interweave in cascading bouquets, their sweet fragrance filling the air.Every corner of the mansion radiates warmth and joy. Delicate streamers hang gracefully from the ceilings, shimmering with a touch of gold. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow.The walls proudly display a timeline of Grandma's life, a tapestry of cherished memories captured in photographs and lovingly curated memorabilia.The atmosphere is alive with the sounds of laughter and conversation, mingling harmoniously with the soft melody of nostalgic tunes. Friends and family gather, their faces adorned with smiles, as they honor Grandma's legacy and celebrate the love that binds them togeth