Sensing his anger, I want to provoke him more. I play my part, pretending to be scared and vulnerable, clinging to the stranger. The man also hugs me tightly, his expression hardening."Move aside," he says.George doesn’t pay attention to him. He is solely focused on me, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and possessiveness."Vivian, come here," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.I shake my head and hold on tightly to the man beside me, fueling George's anger even more.The stranger, too, is visibly displeased, refusing to let me go."Vivian…" George grits his teeth, his face red in anger. "Leave that man right away," he commands."Hey… Why are you yelling at her?" The man barks. "She is with me tonight. If you are interested in her, you can take her tomorrow. Now move."George’s attention turns to the man. In a flash, he swings his fist and hits the man in the face, knocking him unconscious.I press my hands over my mouth, looking at the man lying motionless on the floor
The next day, George sends his driver to take me to his villa. I enter the familiar villa, where I have spent a year with him. Memories of the past year flood my mind. But the same surroundings feel foreign with the changes Megan has made. The decorations and furnishings are different, a testament to the fact that she has taken over and molded them to her liking.I won't let the uneasiness get to me; I need to remain focused on my mission.The driver leads me to a room. He points at the next room and says, "This room and the study are off-limits for you. Sir has not allowed you to access those two rooms."I know that George’s bedroom holds sweet memories of him and Megan. I am not interested in exploring it. However, my attention is drawn to the study, the room that holds the secrets of George's business dealings.Thinking about the acquisition case Michael mentioned, I decided to check in there. It might hold crucial information that could aid in our plan to disrupt George's life. I
George’s POV…I look at her retreating form. I can sense that she is hiding something.Her face appears slightly flushed, and the beads of sweat on her forehead hint at the effort she put into whatever she was doing in the study. She didn’t go to the study just to look for books.I'm sure she is up to something. A part of me wants to probe further to uncover her secrets. But another part of me, the one that has fallen for her all over again, doesn't want to push her away or cause her any more pain.A sense of guilt gnaws at me, a reminder of the hurt I caused her at the time. In the past, I pushed her away, prioritizing my own desires above her well-being. Now, however, I am ready to pay the price for my past mistakes and stand by her side, no matter what challenges we may face.I don't care about the plans she has or the secrets she keeps. All I care about is having her in my life again. I want to see her every day, share meals together, and cherish the moments we have.Vivian's pres
The next day…I received Michael's message early in the morning. ‘Check the news.’I immediately knew that it was about the information I had stolen from his laptop. I didn’t anticipate Michael carrying out his plan this quickly. It was at this point that I realized why George had gone out urgently after receiving a call.I take a cup of coffee and sit down in the hall, turning on the TV.The news of George’s company being hacked is broadcast on every news channel. Their trade secrets have been leaked. Business experts are speculating about the impending bankruptcy of George’s company.The report says that George has invested half of his financial resources in a piece of land, but his competitor has bagged the deal, resulting in significant losses for his company.I am shocked at the impact that information has had on his company. I thought he would just suffer huge financial losses, but I never imagined that the consequences of my actions would be this severe.The gravity of the situ
A week later…George has been busy these days, dealing with problems in his company. I am alone in the villa, checking on his company's news. The news about George's company continues to dominate the media. The news about George's company continues to dominate the media. The problems are only growing.Michael’s family is all set to acquire the company, while George is struggling to fight back.I can't shake off the feeling of guilt and sorrow for what I've caused, even though it was my mission. I wanted to see him defeated. My mission is complete. I should walk out of his life. I pack my belongings and am ready to leave.In the meantime, I receive Megan’s call. Her unexpected call catches me off guard. She is asking me to meet her."Please don’t say no. I need to talk to you, Vivian. Please come to Mary’s café." Her voice sounds different, pleading, and almost vulnerable. It's a side of her that I've rarely seen.I contemplate whether I should meet her, as I know she has been manipula
George’s company is in turmoil. It is on the verge of collapsing, and Michael’s family is ready to take over. To save the company, George needs the 10% share I hold. And it draws everyone’s attention.People who didn’t know about my and George’s relationship started talking about us. Everyone is eager to know what our relationship is like.Now it is known to the public that I am George’s ex-wife. As soon as the news spread, people started talking about us.The chaos in the media and on social platforms is overwhelming.Rumors and speculations about George's company and our relationship spread like wildfire, fueling an already volatile situation. People from all walks of life are caught up in the drama, expressing their opinions, some with empathy, others with judgment and scorn.The public's curiosity knows no bounds. Tabloids and gossip columns have a field day, creating sensational headlines and stories about the downfall of our marriage. The plagiarism scandal from my past is dredg
The news of the company's collapse spreads like wildfire, and the media is quick to catch on to the story.George has disappeared since the meeting that day and has refused to give any interviews.These days, I become the center of attention, the subject of countless discussions and debates. Some praise me for my courage and determination, while others condemn me for my heartlessness and lack of loyalty.I realize now that revenge has not brought me the peace I sought. It hasn't healed the wounds in my heart, nor has it brought back my child. It has only added more pain and suffering to the world.I mourn not only for the loss of my child but also for the person I have become—a person who let hatred and revenge take control of her life.I never wanted to be this person, but circumstances and pain led me down this path. I'm left grappling with the consequences of my choices and wondering if there's any way to find redemption and forgiveness.In the aftermath of my revenge, I am left wi
Vivian’s POV…I hurry down the street, ignoring George. My legs are shaking, and my pulse is pulsating rapidly. The encounter with George has left me shaken and heartbroken. I can't believe he still prioritizes Megan over everything else, even his own child. It's as if all those days we spent together meant nothing to him.I hate him. Anger and resentment well up inside me as I think about the time I wasted loving him. I feel disappointed in myself for not seeing his true nature sooner. If only I had walked away from him earlier, maybe I wouldn't be in this painful situation now.I have been feeling guilty these days, thinking I have done wrong with him and his company. But after talking to him I realize that he deserves it. I did nothing wrong.I wipe the tears that trickle down my face. I make a vow to myself to forget about George, to let go of the pain he caused me, and to start anew without his shadow hanging over me.A car pulls over beside me.“Vivian…”I pause and turn to look
A few months later…The narrator’s POV…The sun bathed the elegant garden in a soft, golden glow as George and Vivian stood beneath a pristine white gazebo, surrounded by a sea of vibrant flowers.The venue for their wedding was nothing short of breathtaking, with its lavish decorations and stunning floral arrangements that seemed to burst with color and life. It was as if the very earth itself was celebrating their union.Vivian, radiant in her ivory lace wedding gown, held a bouquet of exquisite roses in various shades of pink and white, their delicate fragrance filling the air. George, in his dashing black tuxedo, looked every bit the handsome groom, a broad smile gracing his lips.The gazebo was adorned with billowing white fabric, which fluttered gently in the warm breeze. Crystal chandeliers hung from above, casting a soft, enchanting glow over the entire scene. The aisle was strewn with rose petals, creating a path of delicate beauty for Vivian to walk down.As Vivian took her
In the meantime, Evan and Barbe enter. Their faces light up with a grin when they see me awake."Mommy!" The voices that reach my ears are filled with excitement and pure delight. They rush over to me.With open arms, I welcome them eagerly. The warmth of their tiny bodies envelops me, and tears of joy stream down my cheeks. Their presence is a balm to my soul, soothing away the lingering echoes of fear and pain. I hold them close, cherishing every moment of their embrace."My babies," I murmur, my voice quivering with emotion. "Mommy is here. Mommy is fine."Evan's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he speaks, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. "You scared us," he admits, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "Barbe has been crying a lot."I brush away their tears, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Shhh, my darlings. Mommy is fine. Look, I'm smiling. Give me your precious smiles."Their grins are like radiant sunshine, and I revel in the warmth of their lo
The guards had been looking for the man who sprayed the powder on the wedding gowns. They finally caught him and interrogated him, and he revealed that Michael had paid him to do that to frame me.He confessed everything to the police.I ordered the PR department to make a statement. Finally, the crisis in the company has been resolved, but Vivian is still unconscious.Thirty-six long hours have elapsed, and her continued unconsciousness gnaws at my very core. I sit by her bedside, my hand clutching hers as if it could coax her back to consciousness. I long for her to awaken, to see those beautiful eyes once again, to hear her voice, and to feel her presence fill the room.Evan and Barbe are worried as well. Tears stain their young faces as they grapple with the fear that their mother may never awaken. It breaks my heart to see them in such despair, and I pull them close, enveloping them in a desperate attempt to offer solace."Why is she not waking up?" Barbe's voice trembles as she
On the way, I receive a video message on my phone from the chief security officer. It is the video recorded on the pendant.As the video message unfolds on my phone's screen, I am drawn into a vortex of shocking revelations. The images and sounds contained within this digital tape serve as a bitter pill to swallow, awakening me to the harsh truth that I've been living a carefully crafted lie for years.My eyes widen in disbelief. The guilt and regret that surge within me is like a turbulent sea, threatening to overwhelm my senses.Vivian, the woman who has always been there for me and who has loved me unconditionally, emerges as the true heroine of that fateful kidnapping incident.I thought it was Megan who saved me from the kidnappers back then, but it was Vivian. Megan twisted the facts and acted as if she risked her life to save me. In reality, she ran away, leaving me in danger while Vivian fought back with the goons. She even partially lost her memory.Tears well up in my eyes,
My body twists and jerks in an attempt to evade the blows, but her strikes find their mark, the impact sending shockwaves of agony through me.Blood drips down my face. I cry out in pain and fear. Each blow feels like a stab of darkness, threatening to extinguish any hope of survival.Megan has gone crazy. She won’t stop until she kills me. But I don’t want to die, not like this, until I punish her. I need to tell George everything."George…" My voice is a raw scream of pain as I plead for George, hoping that somehow my cry will reach him and that he will come to my rescue.Everything is turning black. My eyes are getting closed. I feel a sense of lightness as if I am flying."Vivian…" His voice echoes in my ears, a lifeline that seems just out of reach. Is he truly here, or is he a mirage born from my desperation?The room blurs and the edges of my vision grow hazy as if reality is slipping through my fingers. My body is weakening with every passing minute. I feel like I am leaving t
All the scenes are playing as a recording in front of my eyes. I feel like I am reliving the terror of the past.The goons take us to an abandoned house on the hilltop. They throw us on the cold floor and close the door. The room we're trapped in feels like a desolate prison, cold and damp. The muffled sounds of the outside world barely penetrate the thick walls.George is still unconscious. His forehead is bleeding. I'm driven by a fierce determination to protect him. I tear my dress with my teeth and use the fabric as an impromptu bandage to staunch the bleeding. His vulnerability, lying there unconscious, tugs at my heartstrings.I glance around the room, my eyes landing on the meager comforts of a mattress and a blanket. Gently, I drag George over to the mattress, huddling close to him and pulling the blanket around us, seeking whatever warmth and reassurance it can provide.As the night wears on, George's condition worsens. His fever rises, and he trembles in his fitful sleep.In
Her eyes blazed with a mad intensity, her pupils dilating as she spoke. "I loved him since I was a child," she said, her voice low and even. "I always wanted to be around him, play with him, and marry him. But he liked to play with you. I hated you for grabbing his attention."Megan's confession is both unsettling and tragic. Her childhood infatuation with George has festered into a twisted obsession, and her jealousy of my connection with him has fueled her hatred. Her admission paints a grim picture of her psyche, revealing the depths of her delusion.I feel a cold dread creeping up my spine as she continues to speak. Her words are laced with venom, her anger and resentment palpable.Why is she saying such things? Has she mistaken me for someone else?I have no recollection of playing with George. George and I had never met before high school. I narrow my eyes, trying to process her words.I struggle again, trying to break free from her grasp. But Megan is too strong, her hold too s
As my consciousness gradually returns, the world around me materializes in fragments. The grimy, dilapidated surroundings of the room come into focus, casting an eerie atmosphere that matches the unsettling situation I'm in. Cobwebs cling to corners; shadows dance on the walls of my vision.My head feels heavy, and my ears still ring from the blow I received. I blink, trying to clear my vision, and my heart skips a beat when I realize I'm bound to a chair.The voices, hushed but audible, pierce through the haze in my mind. My senses sharpen, and I strain to listen, piecing together the conversation unfolding before me."I told you to stay away from here. Why did you come here?"I squint as I find this voice familiar. It’s Michael’s voice. Who is he talking with?"Ugh…" I groan and try to free my hands from the ropes that are restraining me.A second voice joins the conversation, and my heart sinks as I recognize it.Megan.The pieces fall into place, and I'm struck by the cruel revela
A few days later…Megan visits me when Vivian is away. I can't help but feel a wave of annoyance wash over me.She is so shameless. She has the nerve to show up in front of me again."George, oh, my God. Look at you, how badly you have been injured." She comes closer to me with tears in her eyes.I used to feel sad whenever I saw her cry. But now I can see through her malicious nature hidden beneath this pitiful exterior. Megan is pretentious. Her tears and sweet words can’t change my perception of her anymore. I now know how cunning she is.She tries to reach out and touch my face, but I swat her hand away instinctively. I don't want her touching me; doesn't she understand that? I glare at her, my eyes flashing with warning."I have completely lost my patience with you, Megan," I growl, my voice low and menacing. "Stop trying to get closer to me. Get lost."She gives me a hurt look as if she is the one who has been wronged. "How could you say such a thing to me?" she asks, her voice