[Vivienne]I wake up in the middle of night, feeling thirsty.I turn on the lamp and grab the bottle, hoping to pour myself some water.Only to find the bottle is empty.Of course, it is. I have been so thirsty recently, gulping down water as if not an entire waterfall could satisfy me.I sigh and get out of bed, heading out of my bedroom.I could have called one of the staff to bring me another bottle of water, but one look at the clock made me reluctant. It’s half past two. Not the time to disturb someone, especially when I can do that myself.I take the stairs and enter the kitchen. And as I do, my stomach grumbles as if I haven’t eaten anything for ages.God, this pregnancy. It’s turning me into an animal. I have no control over my diet, and I definitely have no control ov
[Vivienne]We rush to the hospital, and I can’t help but panic at the thought of the worst happening.I can’t lose my baby. I just can’t.This has to be some kind of misunderstanding.Maybe what I saw isn’t as scary as it seemed. Maybe I’m overreacting.Yes, I have to cling to that thought—to that hope. There’s no way I’m going to let anything happen to my child.When we reach the hospital, the nurse confirms that I’m still bleeding.My heart clenches at the news, and I pray to whoever is listening, Please, please, please help me just this once.The doctor arrives and asks me some routine questions. He orders an urgent ultrasound, and we all exhale in relief when he finally says the child is fine.I nearly cry from the overwhelming rush of relief. “Thank you, doctor. You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that.”The kind doctor offers a reassuring smile as he explains the next steps. “Ms. Sinclair, I understand how frightening this must be for you, but I want you to know that we’
Tears burn my eyes as I hear Mr. Parker’s words.But he’s not wrong. I don’t have to be alone in this. I don’t have to keep my troubles to myself, especially now that I have people who genuinely care.Of course, my family was always there, and I was the one who distanced myself from them in the first place. But still, I can’t make the same mistake again.I remember that one time when I fractured my ankle after twisting my foot on the stairs. I was all alone in the hospital, and at home too. No one came to see me. Caden was off on his business trips, and his family never cared enough to even ask if I was alive or dead. I spent the entire week by myself, surrounded only by maids. When Caden finally returned home and learned about my fall, all he did was ask how I was doing and make some extra arrangements to oversee my health. Nothing more. We didn’t even sleep in the same room.I mean, I knew he was quiet and mostly kept to himself from the start, but he wasn’t exactly dumb, was he? Co
[Vivienne]“Oh boy,” Rosita rolls her eyes when we both realize it’s Sasha and not some psych patient who escaped from their ward. “Not again.”But Sasha doesn’t even spare Rosita a glance. She completely ignores her and drills her sharp gaze into me instead. Crossing her arms, she grimaces. “You know, something tells me you’re obsessed with me. I mean, why else would we keep bumping into each other like this? It can’t be a coincidence, right? I know it isn’t.”I have no idea what’s going on. “I’m sorry, what?”She rolls her eyes, acting as if she knows everything. “Please, drop the act. You and I both know you’re a terrible actress. So, spare us the dramatics and get straight to the point. What the hell do you want?”Rosita and I share a glance, both of us equally confused.I look back at Sasha. “Well, right now, I’d love nothing more than some space and quiet, if you don’t mind.”Instead of taking the hint, she storms into the room and yanks the sheet off me, throwing it to the floo
[Caden]“How much longer?” I ask, irritated.It’s been two hours since I arrived at the restaurant where Alexander arranged the meeting. Finally, I would see the woman who hasn’t stopped stalking me ever since she learned of my accomplishments. The same woman who still has the nerve to call herself my mother.Mother. Huh. Does she even know what that word means? Does she know anything at all?I glance around the restaurant one more time and sigh in utter displeasure. Alexander’s men are everywhere, stationed in every corner of the building, yet there’s no sign of him—or her.I prepare to leave, but a hand on my shoulder forces me back into my seat.I glare up at the man, who only grins. “They’re here.”I look forward, and there they are. The two people I despise the most, walking closer and closer, making me want to get up and leave even faster.I try not to care about the woman who enters the room as if she owns it. Head held high, hands clasped in front of her, holding some sort of
[Vivienne]“Are you telling me that you already made the offer to buy out the Clarksons?” I ask, wanting to confirm that I heard correctly.Theo shrugs. “Yup. You think I’d waste time after what that family did? Especially that vile woman who badmouthed you? They had it coming, and you know that.”I shake my head. I knew Theo and Harvey were angry after Sasha’s and Arthur’s respective actions, but I didn’t expect them to act so quickly. I thought they would at least inform me first or keep me in the loop.“And when did you make the offer?” I ask.“First thing in the morning,” Theo says proudly. Once again, I shake my head.No wonder Sasha seemed furious today. She probably thought I was behind it.But, of course, I was behind it. If not for me, Theo probably would have taken more time to decide to call in the loan.“Hey, you have nothing to worry about,” Theo says, drawing my attention back to him. He sits at the foot of the bed and looks into my eyes. “Even if they hadn’t done what t
[Vivienne]“What did she do this time?” Theo asks, before Harvey and I can even wrap around what Rosita just blurted out.Rosita rushes in, looking really troubled. “Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. But she just posted this video a few minutes ago and the media is already giving it the blind coverage.”Harvey waves a hand in the air. “What can she possibly say now to cause such havoc?”Rosita avoids looking at him. “Uh. Well, she said something for sure, and now it’s all over the internet.”The suspense is killing me and I was the one who was supposed to be calm. I shake my head. “Just show me already.”Rosita hands over the phone and I tap on the screen. A video starts playing.On the screen, Sasha appears utterly devastated, her eyes red and swollen as though she’s been crying for hours. Her voice trembles with every word.“I—I am Sasha Clarkson, daughter of Albert Clarkson. I’m here to… to beg the Richardson family for forgiveness.” She takes a shaky breath, barely able to speak
[Caden]The moment I reach home, I’m surrounded by mom and dad.“Where the hell have you been, Caden? We have been worried sick.” Mom says, as she grabs my face and scans as if I have come from a fight and not a flight. “Are you hurt? Did you get into any trouble? Why didn’t you return any of our calls? That’s not like you. You always call back. Always.”She’s not wrong. I do keep my parents aware of my whereabouts, at least, as much as I can But ever since this experimental treatment started, I had no choice but to keep it from them. God knows if they knew the dangers and side effects that I might have because of this said treatment, they would never let me go ahead with it.But I can’t let that happen. This treatment might be my only choice to have a normal life. A life where I don’t have to pretend to be something I am not, where I can be honest and not hide my face around just so I wouldn’t have to deal with it.I grab Mom’s hands and pull them down. I look her in the eyes. “I’m f
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
[Vivienne]His jaw tics, but his voice stays maddeningly even. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”“I know enough.”“No.” He shakes his head slowly. “You think you do. But you never asked why she was there. You never stopped long enough to listen.”“Oh my God.” I throw my hands up. “Do you even hear yourself? What possible explanation could you have that makes this not cheating?”His stare doesn’t waver. If anything, it hardens.“You don’t want the truth, Vivienne. You just want to be right.”A bitter laugh rips from my throat. “I was right.”“No. You weren’t.”And there’s something in the way he says it—like he’s certain of it—that makes my stomach twist in a way I don’t like.“You know what? I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. I don’t even know why I brought it up.”I turn to walk away—to get away, maybe even to run—because this is all the crap I can take in a day.But then he says something that stops me dead in my tracks.“See? That’s how it always is with you. You