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[Vivienne]When I reach the hospital, to which Caden texted me the address, I turn to Marcus.“It won’t take long. Will you be alright waiting here for a while?”He happily nods. “Of course, Ms. Richardson. Worry not. Just give me a call whenever you want me to bring the car.”“Thanks, Marcus.”I turn to the automatic doors and walk straight to the elevators. Caden had mentioned the floor and room number in the text, so I simply follow his instructions. I just hope everything is alright. I tried calling him on the way to ask for more details about the urgent matter, but he never picked up.Typical Caden, of course—always hellbent on ignoring me.The elevator doors open, and I head down the hallway.I come to a slow halt, however, when the sight that makes me absolutely sick comes into view. I don’t think there’s anything worse than seeing your husband in the arms of another woman.My heart breaks for the millionth time, while unshed tears burn my eyes.I wish I could look away, but I c
[Vivienne]I storm out of the hospital, gritting my teeth, when I hear someone calling my name.I turn around, only to find Sasha and Mrs Lawrence walking towards me.Now what else do these two women need? Aren’t they satisfied after insulting me in front of the entire hospital?Mrs Lawrence is the first to shake her head, looking just as disappointed in me as she always did. I wonder why all these years, I tried to win her approval, it’s clear as day that she never really liked me. Her attitude towards me was always brusque and unfair, and not once but on multiple occasions she tried to push Sasha towards Caden, hoping her son would finally see the obvious difference between the two of us and leave me for real.“I can’t believe you just created a scene like that,” her wrongly directed accusation almost makes me laugh. “What were you thinking? Oh, wait. You weren’t. You never do. All you know is to embarrass us and make a fool of us. How can someone be so shameless, Sasha? Have you eve
[Vivienne]I’m not surprised that the woman who just slapped me turned out to be a Lawrence.They all are such idiots.This time it’s Caden’s sister.“You fucking bitch!” Avery growls, lifting her hand to slap me again but I stop her before she can.“Do that again and I swear you won’t be able to lift your arm for a week.”Her eyes shine with hatred. “How dare you insult my mom like that? She is ten times the woman you will ever be. I mean, just look at you. Nothing but trash! I bet Caden only married you because he pitied you. You have absolutely nothing to offer to this family. You poor, pathetic thing. Always playing the victim. You really are disgusting.”I have so much to say to her, but I stop myself and walk past her instead.She screams after me. “Don’t you dare walk away from me, you bitch. I’m not done with you yet!”“Well, I am.”Marcus opens the door once he parks it in the driveway.However, just when I’m about to slip in, Avery comes stomping her high heels and tries to y
[Vivienne]The next day, I wake up with a new sense of purpose. I finish my daily routine, get ready, and head downstairs in record time. Mom and Dad are already up and having tea in the garden. I greet them with a smile.“Good morning, Mom. Dad.”Mom is quick to notice my readiness. “Going somewhere?”“Yes!” I tell them because there’s no reason to hide anything anymore. “I have a few errands to run, and I thought I’d also pay a visit to Harvey. Let’s see how he’s doing.”My dad looks more than happy with my decision. “Harvey would love that!” he says with a wide smile. “You know how much he loves spending time with you. In fact, let me just call him and give him the good news.”Before he reaches for his phone, though, I stop him. “No, Dad, please. Let it be a surprise. I’ll go see him after lunch today. You don’t need to warn him or anything.”Dad laughs, shaking his head. “Okay, if you say so. But he’s going to be over the moon when he sees you.”“I hope so,” I say, feeling excited
“I think it’s pretty obvious who’s disrespecting whom.”We all turn toward the source of that comment.A woman stands by the stairs, tall and graceful in her beautiful clothes and jewelry. Her hair is pulled into an intricate bun and she has an air of sophistication that commands attention and awe.It is none other than Rosita herself.However, before I get to say something, that arrogant woman dashes over to her.“Ms Roe, I was just telling this girl that she has been so disrespectful to me that she needs to be removed from your premises before I do something about it. Can you believe the nerve of this girl? Look at my dress! She spilt coffee all over it! She must be punished! All the hard work you put into this dress is now gone just because she didn’t look where she was going. And on top of it all, she is blaming me for it. Just imagine it! She had the audacity to say it was my fault!”Rosita raises an eyebrow and looks at the other woman from top to bottom.“Is that so?” she asks,
[Vivienne]As we sit in her office, Rosita orders coffee and snacks for us.“So, tell me all about yourself. What have I missed? Where have you been? How come it’s so impossible to find you on social media? Because trust me, I tried, but no results.”She was right. I haven’t been as active on social media as I would have liked to be. After marrying Caden, I took it upon myself to make him love me back. I thought if I dedicated myself to our relationship enough, he would finally acknowledge my love for him. But I assure you that didn’t happen. Now that I think about it, I only humiliated and embarrassed myself.But those days are gone. I’m no more the same Vivienne, and I swear to God, I never will be.“Well, it’s a long story,” I tell her and she inches forward, cupping my hand.Her eyes soften. “Oh, Viv. I hope you know that you can tell me anything you want. We are still best friends, right?”I smile, my heart suddenly too full. “Of course, we are. That’s why I’m here. Aren’t I?”So
[Caden]I stare at the statements the head of the finance department brought me and frown hard.“Are you sure this is right?” I ask, glaring at the numbers, the numbers that make no sense at all.Mr. Hilton nods, pushing those thick-rimmed glasses up his nose. “Absolutely, sir. At your word, I contacted the bank right away and requested them to send all the statements of the accounts you mentioned. It’s all in there. Up to date.”But how is that possible? For the last three years, there hasn’t been a single transaction. All the money I put in these accounts and the more I transferred on several occasions, they are all completely untouched.Was Vivienne telling the truth? Did she truly never spend a penny of mine?But why? Why would she do that? And why am I noticing this only now?I continue to sift through the statements. The numbers, or rather the lack of them, stare back at me, mocking my confusion. This doesn’t add up.“Can you double-check with the bank? Maybe there’s been some mi
Dad nods, as if agreeing with every word Mom said.“You should have married Sasha. You two would make a perfect pair. Not like that Vivienne, who’s a scheming manipulator. I always warned you not to marry her, and I still firmly believe you would’ve been much better off with someone like Sasha. Sasha knows you inside out, has been a part of our lives for years, understands your every whim and desire.”“It’s better late than never,” Mom adds. “Now that the divorce is underway, I’m sure Sasha is available. Why don’t you take her out on a date? Try to get to know her better. Perhaps you’ll discover a genuine connection, someone who truly appreciates you for who you are.”Dad nods.“I agree. Give it a go. Take her on a few dates. Maybe you will learn to appreciate her for the sincere person she really is.”“It’s a good plan. Do it.”I listen to the two of them plotting and making suggestions while I’m in the room. I shake my head and stand up, already feeling exhausted and frustrated by t
[Sasha]I can’t believe I’m back here.After everything this family has done to ignore me, to ensure I never received a single penny from them, I’m still here, hoping for some help.Never in my life did I think I’d be in a position where I’d have to beg for my next meal. But here I am, and it’s the only option I have left. After selling the company and using half of the money to pay off the loan shark, and the other half to cover Dad’s hospital bills and pay the overdue salaries of employees we’d kept waiting for years, it wasn’t surprising that I was left with absolutely nothing.It doesn’t help that my idiot brother, Arthur, is nowhere to be found. Ever since he was released from the hospital and learned what I had to do to get rid of the jerk he borrowed from, he’s completely disappeared.Damn it. If I see him next time, I swear to God, I’m going to kill him.“How long is this going to take?” I ask, standing up from the couch as I spot one of the maids of the Lawrence residence pas
[Vivienne]“Where are you? You were supposed to be here hours ago,” I say over the phone, carefully walking down the stairs per the doctor’s instructions during my last visit.“On my way, I swear. Just got caught up in a call and couldn’t put it off,” Rosita says huffing, and not at all sounding as if she’s in a car.I reach the end of the stairs, frowning. “Have you even left? Please be honest with me.”“Of course,” she says as a matter of fact, but then right after a moment, she blurts out. “Actually, no.”Before I even respond to that, she rushes to explain. “Before you get mad, just hear me out. I swear I was leaving, I was almost ready to leave the house, get into my car, and reach you, but then…then someone came over and it seemed like urgent. And I could have told you all about that but…but…but…”“Hey, hey, hey,” I laugh. “Calm down, Ro. You’re making me sound like some tyrannical friend or something. It’s fine, really. The only reason I asked you to come over is because you sa
[Caden]Since our last meeting at the courthouse, I decided to keep my distance from Vivienne.A few weeks have passed now, and I think it’s enough time and space she might have needed to get used to the new reality of our lives—the kind of reality where she sees me around more often. The kind of reality where she allows me to be there for her and our child.“Excuse me, sir,” Betty Adams—my assistant—pulls me out of my thoughts.I look up to find her standing at the door. “The meeting starts in five.”The meeting. Of course. My last task of the day. After this, I’ll be free to visit Vivienne.Speaking of which—I get up from my chair, reaching for my suit jacket. “Did you find Vivienne’s new address?”I hear footsteps behind me. “About that…”When it feels like she’s going to leave it at that, I turn around, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“I mean, I tried, sir.”She must be out of her mind. “Well, clearly, you haven’t tried hard enough.”“But, sir—”“Leave it.”I walk past
[Vivienne]I can’t believe he’s here.But why?“Hey,” I manage, even though his unexpected appearance has completely thrown me off. “Long time no see.”“You don’t say,” he replies, placing the glass of water on the table in front of me when I make no move to take it. I might have zoned out for a second there. “So, how have you been? And may I just add—you’re a very hard person to find.”I smile faintly. That’s exactly what I’ve been aiming for since moving to my grandparents’ home in the hills. “Maybe that’s the point. I like my life quieter these days, away from all the chaos.”“I get it,” he says with a soft chuckle, his expression neither offended nor prying. “For a while, I thought it was me who chased you away, you know—with all those talks about faking an engagement and everything.”Oh. Right. I almost forgot about that. The proposal he made—the arrangement he thought would make his mother happy.Too bad I had far more pressing problems to deal with at the time.“Trust me, it wa
[Vivienne]“Are you sure you want to attend this event?” Harvey asks as I walk into my walk-in wardrobe, trying to pick an appropriate evening gown for the night.“Of course, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked you to accompany me if I wasn’t,” I shrug, leaning towards a stunning black dress but quickly getting distracted by a shimmery white gown with a sexy slit.“That, I understand. But considering your health…”“I’m fine, Harvey,” I roll my eyes. It’s been two months since that night when I rushed myself to the hospital after spotting blood on my sheets. “According to my doctor, I’m well past the risk phase, and I can start getting back to my daily routine.”“But still,” he says, sounding as if he still has doubts.Look, I know he cares. He’s my big brother, after all. I’ve known about his possessiveness for a very long time. But the reason I don’t want to spend my days sitting like a duck at home is that I’ve started to get terribly bored.Besides, tonight’s event is kind of special.
[Sasha]“What the hell is this place?” Dad fumes, glancing around the cramped, one-room apartment I brought him to straight from the hospital.“It’s…” I glance around myself, wrinkling my nose at the awful smell wafting in from the nearby window. “…something.”“Sasha,” Mom calls out, drawing my attention. Her voice holds a mix of confusion and concern. “What is this? Why aren’t we home?”“Mom, there’s something you should know,” I begin, feeling beads of sweat forming on my forehead and trickling down my back. I turn to Dad, bracing myself. “Remember the loan Arthur took from that loan shark?”“Of course, I do. How could I forget the biggest disappointment of my life?” he huffs, walking over to the old, sagging couch in the corner. He pauses before sitting down, noticing the thick layer of dust covering it, and chooses to stand instead. “What I don’t understand is—what are we doing here? Didn’t you hear what the doctor said? I need rest. I need to be home. And this place is far from i
[Caden]“Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence. You got what you wanted.” My advocate—Atlas Norman—extends his hand for a handshake. “Despite my better judgment, of course.”I return the handshake, albeit a little reluctantly. “You say that as if I ruined your fun.”“Well, you did. Especially since I enjoy a good challenge. But either way, my client’s satisfaction is what matters most. So, I’m glad I could be of service.”I have a strong urge to roll my eyes but manage to keep my composure. “Thanks for your efforts.”“All my pleasure. Now that the restraining order has been lifted, you need to be very careful with how you conduct yourself, Mr. Lawrence. As the judge mentioned, all eyes will be on you, and if you mistreat your ex-wife or the unborn child in any way, the order could be reinstated. From this point on, it’s about walking on eggshells. I hope you’ll remember that.”Of course, I do. That’s all I can think about—how not to screw this up.I might not have been the best husband a woma
[Vivienne]I answer the call—it’s Elijah.“Hey,” I say, watching Theo get up and resume pacing back and forth across the room.“Hey. How are you now?”“Much better. In fact, I’m just waiting for my discharge papers.”“That’s good to hear, Vivienne. I’ll come by to visit as soon as I can.”“Sure.” But something about his tone feels off. “Is everything okay? You sound… serious.”Elijah exhales, his tone growing heavier. “I won’t lie to you. I just got word from your ex-husband’s attorney.”The mention of Caden makes my throat go dry. Why is he suddenly everywhere today? Why can’t he just leave me alone?I shake my head, trying to dispel the rising anxiety. “What the hell is he up to now?”“Nothing good, if I’m being honest.”“Just tell me already.”“They’re preparing to file a motion to contest the restraining order.”“He’s doing what?” Did I just hear that right? Is Caden out of his mind? Why would he fight something he never cared about in the first place? What’s his goal here? A sudde
[Vivienne]“Ms. Sinclair?”I snap back into focus, realizing I’ve zoned out again.Damn it. Why am I thinking about him again? What is there to even think about? He broke my heart, shattered my life, and yet, here I am—wondering what else I could’ve said, what more I could’ve done, just to get some reaction out of him.I shake my head, trying to pull myself out of this vicious spiral. It’s the same toxic loop I always fell into when we were married—constantly questioning myself. What could I have done differently? What could I have said better? Anything that might’ve made him stay a little longer, look at me with more than passing interest, spend more than just a fleeting part of his day with me. Anything that might’ve made him care for me like a real husband, like someone who actually loved his wife.But no. I can’t let myself fall back into that labyrinth of false hope and endless what-ifs. Not again.Taking a steadying breath, I force a smile for the doctor, doing my best to seem c