Chapter Forty Five: Not his woman

*Vivienne*

My heart stopped beating, my throat closing up with horror as my eyes slightly widened.

“Fr… from back ho…home?” I stuttered, my throat dry.

Liam nodded in confirmation and sighed. “At least, that's what he said. Does anyone come to mind?”

My heartbeat started again but this time, it was irregular. My forehead was probably shining with a sheen of sweat though it would be barely visible in the car.

I counted up to ten in my head and then slowly shook my head. “Nobody at all,” I answered with a shaky breath.

Liam gazed at me and then reached forward and then briefly grabbed my hand. “Don't worry about it, I'm sure the person is just some paparazzi,” he tried reassuring me with a gentle smile.

I cut my eyes at him and looked out the window instead, my insides growing shallow and tight.

No, it was surely somebody from home. I could just feel it.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, my mind racing with several chaotic thoughts. How did the person find me? For the past decade,