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[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
[Vivienne]“Madam, you’ll have to come with us,” one of the guards says, pointing to a room in the back, but I don’t dare budge from where I stand.This is insane. I can’t help but snap at this idiotic woman. “What the hell is your problem?”Sasha gasps, hand on her chest. “I’m just telling everyone the truth. I saw you trying to keep it in your purse.”The customers around us start whispering again, louder this time, and I close my eyes, praying for some patience.The guard turns to me again. “It won’t take long, madam. We will just do a quick search.”“But I don’t have the rings,” I tell him, glaring at Sasha. “I never stole anything. You can check the display; the rings should be where they are meant to be. This is ridiculous. I’m not letting anyone touch me.”The guard seems to be hesitating, but before he can make up his mind, I turn back around to face Sasha.“Look, I understand we have issues, but you don’t have to be such a bitch about it. Why are you making a scene here? What
“What’s going on here?” A deep voice rings throughout the store, drawing everyone’s attention to the man who just joined us.At the sight of the man who appeared, everyone falls silent. The guards straighten, and the manager rushes forward to meet him halfway. “Sir, this woman stole one of our pieces and refuses to cooperate with our investigation.”The man looks around as if searching for someone. “Which one is the culprit?”“That woman, sir,” the guard answers, pointing a finger at me.The man sighs, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. I’m not blind to the fact that Sasha suddenly looks more cautious, tucking her loose hair behind her ears and fixing her top as if trying to make an impression on the new person in the room.She steps forward. “I saw her stealing those rings with my own eyes. Your guards can’t find them in her purse, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have them hidden somewhere on her. You should search her.”The man frowns, glancing from her to the securi
[Vivienne]My feet come to a halt, and I freeze where I am.Did I just… hear that?I can’t even be sure. There’s so much going on in my head that if someone told me I was hallucinating, I wouldn’t even be surprised.The only difference? It doesn’t seem like I am.I know I heard that. And I know, I know that voice.I turn around, brows furrowed, and take another moment just to look at the woman on the bed.“Did you say something?” I ask, slowly walking back to her, curious as to how the hell she knows my name.But the woman is silent once again, the lines on the screen making no different patterns.Maybe I did hallucinate that…I shake my head, ready to leave, when, from the corner of my eye, I notice a small movement of her hand.Her fingers—trying to lift, trying to say something.I move closer to her bed.“Hey.” I reach for her hand, hoping to calm her down. “You’re okay. It’s all going to be okay.”I don’t know if the words coming out of my mouth right now are true or a lie, but sh
[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