[Vivienne]I rush out of Caden’s office and bump into someone.“Oh, crap!” the woman says, but I’m too worked up to even think about helping her.I mumble a quick apology and practically race for the elevator.Once I’m out of the building and slide into my car, then—and only then—I let myself breathe. Tears of anger, frustration, and heartbreak come down like a tsunami.“Bastard!” I curse him, wanting nothing more than to hit him and curse him some more.If only I were like Ruby and her gang, I’d love to wipe that smirk off his stupid face.But then my eyes widen as I realize what the hell I’ve done.“Oh, no!” Did I just… tell him I’m getting engaged? That I’ve moved on to another man? That I have a man in my life—a man who doesn’t even exist?Oh, Vivienne. What the hell have you done? Why would you lie about something like that? What were you hoping to gain?Well, I had a reason, didn’t I? I wipe my tears and look out the window. It was the only thing I could think of to shut him up.
Content Warning: This chapter contains themes of abuse, domestic violence, substance use, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.———[Vivienne]I glance back at Sunny, watching her sleep peacefully. Looking at her now, you’d never guess the hell she went through. She looks like any other woman—like you or me. But knowing how the men in her life treated her, there’s a strange anger burning inside me, seething under my skin.I hate it. I hate that this is the reality we live in today. It happens so often around us that sometimes we don’t even realize how messed up it all is.I look over at the other woman on the couch next to Sunny. “What about her?”“Elle?” Ruby asks, just to be sure.I nod, remembering her name from last night. She’s the one who picked the lock.“She was abused by one of her teachers in high school. When she tried to report it, the principal turned it around and accused her. To shut her up, they gave her failing grades and kicked her out, claiming she didn’t deserv
[Vivienne]Rosita runs out of the room so fast, we all can’t help but laugh our butts off.Goodness, it feels like forever since I’ve laughed this hard.While Ro takes care of the call from Harvey and tries to explain herself or whatever, Ruby and her gang grab their stuff and get ready to leave.“So, it was great having a girls’ night out,” Ruby says, and each of the girls with her agrees, grinning widely.I shake my head, holding the door. “Is that what it was? A girls’ night out?”She shrugs. “Of course, what else could it be?”I know what she means, and I do my best to play along. “Well then, thank you for the good time. I had a lovely night.”“No problem, darling,” she winks, sliding her arm around Sunny’s shoulder. “We’ve got your back. Remember that.”“I will,” I say, knowing I won’t forget this. “Thank you, again.”Once they all leave, I head back inside, grinning to myself.Ruby and her gang are strange, but they have good hearts, and I suppose that’s all that matters.And th
[Caden]“I just got the call, sir. Mr. Halest has already made it to the restaurant. What should I tell them?” Betty asks.I glance at my wristwatch. It’s going to take at least fifteen minutes to get there. “Tell them I’m stuck in traffic. I’ll be there in twenty.”“Right, sir.”The call disconnects as the elevator doors open to the ground floor. I walk out of the building and head for my car, already waiting.But before I can reach it, a man steps into view, moving with all the time and grace in the world, leaning back against my car.My mood immediately sours, not that it’s been good to begin with.He folds his arms and smiles. “Long time no see, Caden. Did you miss me?”I stop in my tracks, staring him down. “It’s funny you think I have that kind of time.”He chuckles, ignoring the edge in my voice. “Oh, come on. A little time for friends and family? Only a heartless man would say that.”I don’t even have the energy to roll my eyes. “Take your crap somewhere else. I have somewhere
[Vivienne]“Oh, Vivienne, you’re finally home!” Mom welcomes me as soon as I walk through the door.I hug her, and she hugs me back. “Sorry, Mom. It took me a while. Life just got very hectic.”“You think I haven’t heard that before?” she pulls away, pouting. “Your father has used every kind of excuse in the book, sweetheart. Now, you don’t get to tell me the same.”I chuckle. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Happy now? I’ll try to drop by once a week from now on.”“It’s still not enough, but a good start nonetheless.”She finally smiles and leads me toward the dining room. “Come on now. We have so much to talk about. Let’s chat in the kitchen. I’m still not done with dinner.”I raise an eyebrow. “You’re making dinner? All by yourself?”She gives me a side-eye. “Just because I let the chefs handle most of the things around this house doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my skills. I can still cook a decent dinner if I put my mind to it.”I feel bad for saying something like that. “Mom, that’s not what I me
[Vivienne]I don’t know what to say.Part of me wants to leap at the opportunity, to embrace the challenge and prove him right. But another part feels like it’s about to drown in the sheer enormity of it all.The truth is, I don’t want to disappoint him—not like I did when I chose Caden over everything he made me believe in.“Dad, can you give me some time? I promise I’ll think about it.”He smiles understandingly. “Of course, darling. Take all the time you want. Get back to me whenever you think you’re ready.”Just then, Justine, the maid, knocks on the door and calls us down for dinner. When we enter the dining room, I can see that Mom has outdone herself; the table is set with an elegant spread that looks almost too beautiful to eat.“Wow, Mom, this looks incredible,” I say, genuinely impressed.She beams at the compliment, her earlier mood swings seemingly forgotten. “Thank you, sweetheart! I thought we could celebrate your return home.”Dad pulls out my chair, and I take a seat.
[Vivienne]This time, when Harvey turns, it feels like I have his attention.But before I open my mouth again, and finish what I started, he holds me by the shoulders and kisses my forehead.“Look. I get it. And I know where you’re getting with this. But no. I really can’t do this right now. Emma is…she’s doing great. But she’s not like other kids. She needs special care and I can’t let some innocent woman—or any woman—get burdened by the needs of my child. It’s just not fair.”Tears prick my eyes for the reason that I don’t even know. It’s maybe my brother has a heart of gold and it shows. I love him so much for this. But is it really the truth or he’s just too scared to move on?“Why don’t you let her decide that? Ask her on a date or something. I’m sure if you talk—”“Like I said to Mom, Viv, I have a lot on my plate right now, and this is just not the right time,” he says, taking a step back and checking his phone. “I’ve got to go. Emma’s nanny is sick, and she wants to leave earl
[Vivienne]I laugh at that, trying hard to hide my actual thoughts. I grab a chair and shake my head when he offers me a drink. “I’m fine. Thank you.”“As you wish,” he smiles and then leans back in his chair. “So, the dinner went well, I heard?”I think hard about what he said, only to realize maybe it wasn’t that complicated in the first place. “Harvey told you?”He chuckles. “More like I caught him on the phone after he probably made his grand exit and had no choice but to endure his twenty-minute rant.”I wince, feeling bad for him. “Yeah. He was pretty mad.”“I can only imagine. Family dinners are like navigating a minefield sometimes, aren’t they?”“Exactly! One wrong step, and you’re blown to bits. But I think it’s just him trying to figure things out. He’s feeling the pressure.”“Pressure can be a double-edged sword,” he says thoughtfully. “It can either push you to new heights or leave you paralyzed with fear. Sometimes, it’s a matter of choosing which way to let it affect yo
[Vivienne]The nurse leads me to the operating theater first but asks me to wait outside.My hands shake as I stare at the door, wondering how Harvey must be doing.How the hell did he get into an accident? Who was the woman with him? Why did he skip work? And what the hell was he doing on the west side of the city? We don’t even have any offices there.That area is basically filled with schools, colleges, and other educational institutes."If you need anything else, I’ll be at the reception," the nurse says, ready to leave and get back to her work.I don’t let her, though.I speak before she can even turn. "How long is it going to take?"She understands what I mean by it—she must face situations like this every day. "Nothing can be said for sure right now. And I understand that waiting feels difficult, especially when your brother is in there. But trust me, the best thing you can do right now is let the doctors do their job. They will tell you everything once they’re done treating yo
I decide to pick up my things from Harvey’s place and head back to our grandparents’ house.It’s the only place where I can think clearly and have some peace to myself.God knows I need a moment to just breathe.So much has happened in a single day—my body and brain both need a well-earned break.When I arrive at his place, Mimi still hasn’t returned from school.Good. Because if she had tried to stop me one more time with those big, adorable eyes, I probably would have changed my mind. That girl has some serious charm. No wonder Harvey can’t resist any of her demands—same goes for my parents.Dad once told me that when he took her to his office—back before he retired—she demanded to play loud pony-themed music and made everyone dance, as if the entire company had thrown a party just for her.Easy to say, the employees couldn’t have asked for a better break—or a better boss.Anyway, I grab my stuff and get back into the car, making sure to leave a text for Harvey so he knows my unexpec
[Vivienne]Once I’m far enough that Avery’s screaming fades into the background, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.God knows what’s up with these Lawrences lately. Have they all sworn to make my life hell? To never let me have a moment of peace?I shake my head and push some loose dark curls out of my face.When I return to the table, I find Theo sitting alone.And my anger flares all over again.How could he do this to me? Out of all the women he could have dated, he chose her—the sister of my ex-husband? Did he have no respect for me? Did I not tell him what that family did to me?How could he ignore all of that and fall for a girl who is neither right for him nor anything like him?She’s just like her mother. Like Sasha. Evil. Pure evil.I still remember the day she threw that scorching coffee in my face at the café…Anyway, I take a deep breath and make my way to the table.Theo sees me approaching, and before I can say a word, he stands up, hands braced against the tab
I stare at her, unsure whether to laugh in her face or take her seriously.“End me?” I tip my head to the side, pushing her off me at the same time. “Do you hear yourself? You sound unhinged.”“You think I’m joking?”“Nah, more like you’re trying to be something you’re not.”“You think I can’t hurt you?”I roll my eyes. “Oh, please. You? Hurt me? Avery, you’re a spoiled little brat from a family of professional liars and melodramatic wannabe royals. The only thing you’ve ever ‘ended’ is a shopping spree when Daddy cut you off. So, forgive me if I find it absolutely hilarious that you think you’re some kind of threat.”Avery’s mouth drops open.She probably didn’t expect me to say something like that.I’m not surprised. I was never this sassy in front of Caden’s family. I was good, loyal, and completely dedicated. But instead of appreciating any of it, they always assumed the worst of me.And—shockingly—they still do.Anyway, now that she has nothing to say, I turn to finally get the h
[Vivienne]Avery looks just as surprised to see me.Her eyes widen, and she jolts to her feet, her face slowly turning pale.Theo probably notices her odd reaction, but before he can say anything, Avery quickly grabs my arm and giggles over her shoulder.“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for someone to arrive. I desperately need a lady’s help. Be right back!”And with that bizarre excuse, she drags me to the bathroom, shuts the door, and spins to face me—a crown of sweat already glistening on her forehead.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she snaps, glaring at me with those little brown eyes of hers.I raise a brow. “I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?”“Oh, shut up!”“If that’s what you want.” I turn to leave. If she wants me to shut up, then I’d rather spend my time elsewhere.But of course, she doesn’t let me.She grabs my arm and yanks me back around—hard this time.I hiss and wrench myself free. “Are you crazy? You’re hurting me.”Instead of looking guilt
[Vivienne]When I reach the office building—invited by none other than Theo—I take the elevator to his office.His assistant meets me halfway and leads me inside.Surprisingly, the room is empty.“Sir is stuck in a meeting, but he assured me he’ll be joining you soon. Can I get you anything in the meantime? Juice, coffee, or something to eat?” the assistant asks courteously, a gentle smile on her pretty face.“Just water. Thanks.”She nods and steps out, leaving me alone.I take a deep breath and sink onto the sofa across the room—the only spot where my aching back might find some relief.Just then, I feel a small kick against the side of my swollen belly—a gentle reminder that my little one has started to move.I smile.It’s a feeling I can’t quite put into words.The baby kicks started a few days ago, and God knows I’ve been dying to talk to someone about it. Maybe that’s why I wanted to invite Rosita over or visit Mom—just to share this beautiful news with her.But then Caden showe
[Rosita]I don’t like surprises.Not when they keep me this on edge.Ever since we left my office, Harvey has been as silent as ever. He insisted on driving himself, and when I asked where he was taking me, he told me to have some patience.Well, it seems I don’t have the energy for patience either.“Are you sure you’re not about to push me off a cliff or something?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and gazing at the scenery passing by outside the window.I hear him scoff out a small chuckle, the corner of his lips curving ever so slightly. “You have a bizarre sense of humor, you know that?”“You say that like it’s news to you,” I steal a glance at him—his hands gripping the wheel, his gaze steady on the road ahead. He’s always so composed, so frustratingly unreadable.I huff and lean back in my seat. “Are you planning to keep me in suspense forever, or are you actually going to tell me where the hell we’re going?”“Relax, Rosita. We’re almost there.”I don’t like that answer. I
[Caden]I walk out of the mansion and reach my car, already parked in the driveway.But I don’t get inside and move on with my day.No. I stop just before getting in and slam my fist against the roof of the car.Damn it! So close. I was so damn close to telling her everything. If only she had given me a chance.But can I really blame her? Is it really her fault for not giving me a chance now?The answer is no. I can’t blame her, and she isn’t at fault. I’ve wronged her in too many ways for her to believe that this time, when I speak to her, it comes straight from my heart. My words. My effort. My care.But does that mean I should just… give up?Absolutely not.I turn to face the mansion I just walked out of and mumble to myself,“You think I don’t want the child. But you couldn’t be more wrong. I have never wanted anything more in my life. But I have my reasons for holding back. I have a reason for not wanting to pass on my disabilities to our child—to keep them from suffering the sam
[Vivienne]For the next five minutes, neither of us says anything.Caden keeps his gaze locked on me while I continue to pretend that nothing he said has affected me in any way.But I’d be lying if I said his version of that night doesn’t make sense.It does. I just don’t know if it changes anything.Even if I admit that Sasha might have played me—made a fool out of me—that doesn’t explain his indifference toward me during our entire marriage. It doesn’t explain why he chose to stay away not just for days but for weeks, sometimes even months. Or why he spent the majority of his time with his family and assistant but not a single meaningful moment with his own damn wife.And it certainly doesn’t explain all the media buzz about him and Sasha—rumors of them being secretly engaged, enjoying vacations on exotic islands, and so on.“You should leave,” I tell him after a while, unsure if there’s anything left between us to discuss.No matter how innocent he claims to be, it doesn’t change t