[Vivienne]
It takes me a minute to process what just happened. I don’t know why I said those words. I don’t want a divorce. I love Caden. I want to be with him forever. I want to have kids with him. I want to build a family with him.
But he’s so done with me, that he didn’t even hesitate to agree to my demand.
Tears spring to my eyes, and for the first time in a long time, I feel broken.
I slump to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest.
I cry until I feel numb.
I cry until I feel empty.
I cry until I feel nothing.
And then when I can’t cry anymore, I pick myself up and head back to my room.
There’s no point in staying back anymore. Caden doesn’t want me.
It’s more obvious than ever.
I pack my stuff and get ready to leave.
When I’m done packing, I call someone I haven’t contacted in a while.
He picks up in the second ring, and even though I try to keep the hurt at bay, it still shines through my voice.
“Hey, Viv. What’s up?”
I take a deep breath, not knowing how to say what I need to say. So I just go with the flow. “I want to divorce Caden. Can you help me?”
A pause. And then, “I’m sorry, what?”
I swallow the lump in my throat, and repeat myself, “I want to divorce Caden. Please help me with it. I don’t want to stay in this marriage anymore.”
“Viv…what happened…where are you right now?”
I sniff, wiping my tears away. “I’m in Caden’s house. But I want to leave as soon as possible. Just tell me if you can help me or not. I’m done repeating myself to anyone who asks me the same question.”
I hear him sigh, and for a moment, I think he would refuse to help me. I don’t know why I called him instead of my best friend, but I needed someone to help me right now and he’s the only lawyer I know.
“Of course. I’ll help you. Just tell me where you are right now. I’ll come to get you.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief and tell him the address.
“Alright, I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Stay put, okay?”
I nod and hang up.
I go to the bathroom to freshen myself up, and try to get rid of the puffy red eyes. I know I look like a mess, but I don’t care about it right now.
All I want to do is get out of this house and never return to it ever again.
True to his words, Elijah shows up at the house twenty minutes later.
To my huge surprise, he looks far more handsome than he looked the last time we met three years ago. He’s wearing a sharp suit and looks much more professional than he ever did. Perhaps it’s the seriousness he had garnered in his deep eyes, or the way his chin is peppered with a faint beard, he looks different somehow. Different but handsome.
But that’s only a brief thought that crosses my mind, because the moment he steps inside the house, I throw my arms around him, not able to stop the hurt from leaking through my eyes.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Hey.” He says soothingly, running a hand down my spine. “Enough. No more crying, alright? Let’s get you out of here. I’ll take you to my place. We can talk about everything when you feel better, okay?”
I nod, wiping my tears away. “Okay. Just give me five minutes. I need to grab a few things.”
He nods. “Sure. I’ll wait in the car.”
I grab my purse and suitcase, and head to the door. But before I get the chance to leave, my phone rings again. Caden’s name flashes on the screen.
I debate for a moment if I should answer it or not, but eventually press the green button and put the phone against my ear.
He doesn’t even wait for me to say hello.
“I just called to let you know that I’m leaving for Washington tonight. I don’t know when I’ll be back so don’t wait up.”
I clench my jaw, gripping the handle of my suitcase tighter. Has he already forgotten that I asked him for a divorce? That I don’t want to have anything with him anymore? Does he take me so lightly that he thinks our argument over the divorce isn’t even worth his concern?
I’m so mad at him and I’m about to say something when he hangs up without giving me the chance to speak.
I stare at my phone for a moment, gritting my teeth, feeling angry and disappointed at myself. How could I marry such an insensitive asshole? How could I give my heart to someone who doesn’t even care about it? How? How could I be so blind and an idiot?
I don’t know how long I stand there staring at the screen of my phone, but when I look up, I find Elijah leaning against the side of his car, watching me quietly.
I can’t decipher what he’s thinking, but the frown on his face tells me that he wants to ask me if I’m alright.
I give him a smile I know he knows is fake and head towards him.
“Ready?” He asks, opening the trunk of his car and helping me load my suitcase in it.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Good. Let’s go then.”
[Vivienne]During the entire drive to Elijah’s place, I keep my gaze out and thought to myself.Elijah tries to break the silence a few times, but I only have a word or two for him in response. I’m just not in the mood for a conversation. All I want is some space and quiet, so I can finally come to terms with what I’m about to do.Once we reach his place, he comes around to open the door, and it’s only then I realize that we have reached.“I’m sorry, I kind of faded away,” I mumble apologetically, but he only rolls his eyes.“Don’t be,” he says and I like the way he’s not making a big deal of anything. He behaves like he always does, always cool in the head. “You know I’m glad to be of help. You wouldn’t have called if you didn’t already know.”He’s right. I do know. When I left my home for Caden, Elijah was the only one who came to tell me that he had always had my back. That no matter the circumstances, he would never disappoint me.I nod and that’s where we leave the conversation.
[Vivienne]To say I know the voice of the woman on the line would be an understatement.“What’s the point of calling me right now, Sasha?” I say and suppress a yawn. This is the worst thing to wake up to. To hear the sound of the woman behind my failed marriage. Well, one of the reasons.She laughs, sounding more excited than I want to know.“Just making sure it’s not one of your stunts to get Caden’s attention. We both know you’ll do anything for that man, even fake a divorce request to get him running to you.”I grit my teeth, my hands turning white around the phone. I can feel my temper rising, but I control it somehow.“Trust me, Sasha, you haven’t seen half of what I can do to get Caden’s attention.”She laughs, mocking me. I try not to lose my temper.“I don’t doubt it, Vivienne. But you should know by now that Caden wants nothing to do with you. You were just a replacement, remember? Your marriage has been a farce since day one.”I clench the phone tighter, so close to screamin
[Vivienne]“Stop watching that!” Elijah yanks the remote from my hand and turns off the TV.“Hey,” I try to stop him, but the screen is already black.“This is not moving on, Viv. You should know that better than anyone.”He’s right. I shouldn’t care about what happens in Caden’s life anymore. If the world thinks he’s a cheater and a manwhore, then maybe they are right. And that maybe is a good thing because now I have one more reason to divorce him.A few hours ago, when he texted me and I told him what the media was calling him, he didn’t even care to deny their claim. He just stopped texting altogether, leaving me like he always did whenever he was done with me.I was so mad at him that I instantly blocked him and his assistant.I know it’s childish, but that’s all I could think of at that moment. I just wanted to do something to release this pain in my heart. And it helped. Somewhat.“You’re right,” I say and get up. “I should stop wasting my time. Are the papers ready?”He nods,
[Vivienne]Without waiting for my response, he grabs my wrist and pulls me with him.I stumble a little, but somehow manage to keep my balance.But Caden doesn’t slow down, not even for a second.He drags me with him until we reach the end of the corridor and enter his office.When the door shuts close behind us, he throws me into the room and I stumble on my heels, crashing against his desk. For a second, something passes his face, his features soften, but by the time I blink, that expression is gone and he’s back to scowling.He walks around the desk and takes a seat, his gaze never leaving mine.“Why are you here?” He asks, his voice calm but I can hear the rage underneath.“I came to give you this.” I take
[Vivienne]I look to my left and find Caden standing next to me.His jaw is clenched and he looks furious.He turns to face Sasha and I can see her flinching under his gaze.“Caden, I don’t know why she hit me—”“You don’t know?” Caden asks, tipping his head to the side. “I believe you must have said something to my wife, didn’t you?”He lets go of her then and she instantly retreats, looking shocked by his behaviour, holding her hand to her chest.Then, he looks at me and I have to take a step back.I have nothing to fear him, but I still do. There’s something about the way he’s looking at me as if he’s pissed off beyond any explanation.He grabs my arm and drags me towards the elevator.“What are you doing? Let go of me.” I try to yank my arm away from him, but his hold only tightens.He doesn’t say anything.I look at the guards following us. They seem unfazed by the whole scene.When the elevator doors open, Caden pushes me inside and then signals the guards to stay put.I’m confu
[Vivienne]Caden looks as if he has seen a ghost, but then his expression changes, and his gaze hardens.“What the hell does that mean?”“It means that my client wants a divorce, and as her lawyer, I suggest you think twice before you say or do anything from this moment onwards. Otherwise, a divorce won’t be your only problem. We will also file a case against you for physical assault and mental harassment. So, if I were you, I would cooperate and make this easy for everyone involved. Think wisely, Mr. Lawrence. Sign the divorce papers, and no one gets hurt.”I’ve never been more thankful to Elijah than I am at this moment. He stands there, calm and composed, while Caden fumes, his jaw clenched.“Are you trying to threaten me?”I tense at his tone, suddenly scared of Caden’s reaction. But Elijah only straightens up and looks him in the eye.“I’m just doing my job.”Caden stares at him for a few seconds, and I swear I think he will attack Elijah, but then he looks at me, and a look of d
[Caden]I walk into the house and stare at the couch where Vivienne always used to wait for me in the past. Whenever I was late from a meeting, or my flight got delayed, or I couldn’t make it for any other reason, she was always there, waiting.But not today.I frown and walk past the dining room, annoyed by the events of the day. Three years. Three years of marriage, and she wants to break it off. Did she forget that she was the one who proposed marriage out of the two of us? That I always made it clear I was never going to fall for anyone again? That I couldn’t put anyone else first?Astrid… she is special to me, and nothing anyone does could change that. Then why is my so-called wife being so stubborn now? Why is she painting me in a bad light? Why is she blaming me for everything?Frustrated, I yank at the tie and pull it over my head, tossing it away, not caring where it falls. I’m pacing aimlessly in the home office when Tony, my childhood friend, strides in.“So, it’s true, huh?
[Vivienne]The moment the giant black gates of the Richardson estate come into view, my eyes start stinging with tears. My heart rate picks up, and my palms get all sweaty. After a long, long time, I am finally returning home, and truth be told, I don’t know how it’s going to go.Elijah gives me a smile and pulls over in the driveway.The moment I step out of the car, I am instantly greeted by Fido, my dad’s service dog. The five-year-old German Shepherd almost jumps over me, his paws reaching my shoulders. He barks and wags his tail, too happy to see me.My eyes burn from the impending tears, because I have only taken one step towards my home, and everything is already overwhelming.I pet him for a few seconds before he suddenly pulls me towards the house, knowing full well that I belong here.“Fido,” Elijah scolds him and tries to pull me away, but I stop him.“It’s okay. Let him.”We walk towards the front door, where we are greeted by Mrs. Williams, the housekeeper. Her face lights
[Caden]When I was adopted by the Lawrence family, they didn’t know about my… issues.I was a scared little boy then, too afraid of being abandoned again.So I did what I thought was best for everyone—I lied.Thankfully, my eyes didn’t betray me for a long time. For almost a year, I lived a normal life, happy with my new family, who welcomed me with open arms.I came to know a little later that their biological son, Samuel, was born with a twin brother—his name was Simon. But sadly, Simon was born with several complications. He was, in fact, my age when he passed away after several surgeries. And maybe it was the loss of him that made the Lawrence family adopt another son, just so they didn’t have to feel the loss too deeply.Either way, I was too happy to worry about their sadness. I was overjoyed and grateful to have a family again.But then, what I feared most happened. A week before I turned eleven, I lost my sight completely.The worst had happened, and I didn’t know what to do a
[Vivienne]“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” The moment we are left alone, I glare up at him, my arms crossed over my chest as I try as hard as I can not to make another scene.“And how do you think I did that?” he asks, rather innocently, as if he can’t think of a single reason he would want to do such a thing.The truth is, I can’t actually blame him with full conviction. People did choose me, not him. In fact, he didn’t even say my name, didn’t even suggest anything. It all happened on its own, and yet, I’m pretty sure everything played out just like he wanted.Ugh. I wish I knew how. I would love to get to the bottom of THAT truth.He tilts his head slightly, watching me with that infuriating calm of his. “You give me too much credit, Vivienne,” he says smoothly. “All I did was present an option. The people made their choice.”“You manipulated the entire situation without lifting a damn finger.”“I prefer to call it… guiding the inevitable.”“You’re impossible.”“And yet, her
[Vivienne]When Caden announces his plan to investigate the whole power outage and theft mess, everyone gawks at him as if he just said he’s going to summon aliens to solve the problem.And truth be told, I gawk at him just the same.“What the hell is he doing?” Andrew whispers next to me, probably just as confused as I am.“I have no damn idea,” I tell him, trying to understand why he would walk into this mess in the first place.Was something of his stolen too? Or has he developed some kind of hero complex in the past few years?Andrew scoffs. “Well, good luck to him. This whole thing’s a disaster waiting to happen.”I hum in agreement, watching as Caden takes center stage like he owns the damn place. People are still skeptical, but he has their attention now. And knowing him, that’s probably exactly what he wanted.“And why should we trust you?” Despite most of the people nodding at Caden’s words, one of them speaks up. “I don’t even know you.”“That’s fair,” Caden says, with no hi
[Caden]By the time I get downstairs, the whole place has turned into a screaming and shouting mess.For a second, I pause and stare, wanting to assure myself that I haven’t actually walked into another dimension by mistake.But no. The longer I stand there, the more faces I start to recognize.More than anything, I catch sight of Vivienne standing on the sidelines, watching everything with the same bafflement as I do.I also catch some arguments as I make my way to the reception area, where the whole chaos is unfolding.“This place is a joke!” one of the businessmen from the morning’s conference snarls at the manager. “How could you let something like this happen? Do you think we are fools? Some of the most influential people in the city are here, and you dare do something so horrible? I’ll sue you!”The manager, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a face rapidly losing color, raises his hands in a desperate attempt to placate the irate businessman. “Sir, please, I assure you—we
[Vivienne]I don’t like being in the dark.I don’t think anyone does.But what choice do we have when we are stranded in a hotel room with no way of knowing what the hell went wrong?It couldn’t be normal for a hotel like this to lose electricity, could it?Where was the backup? The generators? The fucking manager to inform us what the hell was going on?“All lines are dead!” Andrew announces as I sit on the couch, legs pressed to my chest. “Maybe I should go down and see what’s going on.”That seems like the most rational thing to do.The only problem, however…“And how would you do that? We are on the freaking ninth floor.”“Yeah.” He scratches the back of his head as the only candle in the room casts light on his frame. “That did cross my mind. But what choice do we have? We can’t just sit here and wait for a miracle to happen.”If only miracles were so easy to happen…“I know.” I don’t like the thought of him going alone. Not because I don’t trust him, but because I would feel gui
“I’m not interested.” I’m ready to slam the door shut, but he blocks it with his leg.“You will be if you just see it once.”“I don’t want to see anything, Caden. Now, please, if you’ll just leave, that would be great.”“I can’t.” He continues to block the door, and it’s safe to say this is the most frustrating thing I’ve experienced in the past few years.“You have to. You can’t force me into doing anything. I’m not your wife.”“No, you’re not,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten everything about you.”I scoff unknowingly. “Oh, really? And what exactly do you think you remember?”He leans in just a fraction, voice lowering like he’s about to share some grand secret. “That you hate not knowing things.”I hate that he’s right.But that doesn’t mean I have to give in every time my curiosity tries to get the best of me.I huff instead. “Cute theory, but I’ve grown since then. Maybe I don’t care as much anymore.”“Doubtful. But tell you what, Vivienn
[Vivienne]“I think there’s some misunderstanding,” I heard Andrew say from the main door. “We didn’t order any food.” Then, as if to himself, he muttered, “Or did we?”He turned to face me, looking as confused as I was beginning to feel. “Did you order anything to eat?”“Nope! The first thing I did after getting the room was take a shower. And it’s only been about ten minutes since I stepped out. So, no. I did not order any food. Not yet.”“See? I told you,” he said to the staff standing outside the door. “No order.”“But sir, the order is for your room only,” the man tried to reason.“That’s why I’m calling it a misunderstanding, isn’t it?”“What’s taking so long?” I ask when the back-and-forth between the two of them continues for the next five minutes.Andrew turns to face me once more, looking more agitated than ever. “He refuses to take the food back.”“And why’s that?”“Says his manager would fire him if he didn’t deliver the order. It would be his third strike in a month.”I r
[Caden]When I got the call from home about Benjamin being sick, I did everything in my power not to rush to the hospital myself.But just as I was preparing to drop everything and leave, Mother called and assured me that everything had been taken care of. She said Benjamin was much better now, and if she really needed me there, she would let me know.Somehow, I tried to find comfort in her assurance. But God knows, I couldn’t do anything except sit in the waiting room assigned to my company, waiting for Mother’s call as she visited the hospital.I couldn’t even attend the meeting after lunch.But that’s alright. I was only there to observe, not participate.Sure, I missed Vivienne’s presentation, considering she was the last one to address the members, but maybe that was for the best.Ever since she spotted me at the conference hall, she’d been
[Vivienne]During the entire meeting, I have this constant, annoying feeling of being stared at.And not just by anyone.But by the most obvious man in the room.At times, I have the strongest urge to call him out on how unprofessional he’s being, but every time I work up the courage to do so, someone addresses me, trying to engage me in conversation or ask for my feedback.I’m grateful to whoever is up there, hearing my pleas for a break, when the meeting adjourns for lunch.The people slowly file out while Andrew steps away to attend a call.I wait for him to return, but before he does, I feel Caden slide in next to me, as if he doesn’t care about an audience. Not that he has to—there isn’t a single soul left in the room except for us.How hungry do these fucking elites have to be to clear out the room in less than five minutes?A lot, I guess.“We meet again,” he says, pulling me out of my thoughts.But I don’t have to entertain his nonsense. I’m a grown woman. I run a fucking busi