[Vivienne]I can’t help but crack a smile at Rosita’s bluntness. It’s exactly what I need right now.Sasha’s face pales a bit, but she quickly covers it up with a sneer.“And who the hell are you? Can’t you see we’re talking here? Go bark up someone else’s tree!”“Bark? Honey, I’ll do more than bark. You’re not worth my time, you cheap piece of trash,” Rosita snaps back, her voice laced with venom. “You think you’re hot shit? You’re nothing but a wannabe, a second-rate version of something you’ll never be. I can just tell by looking at your face how many hours it takes you to look like this, and that’s on a good day? Please. You’re a pathetic joke, darling. Why don’t we just admit it and move on?”Rosita’s remark surprises me a bit, but then I remember that I told her about Caden and Sasha’s affair and the efforts this woman puts in to look like the one woman Caden ever loved. I can’t help the snicker that escapes my lips. Perhaps after the hell of a day I’ve had, I’ve earned this mom
[Vivienne]I glance down at the file she’s shoved into my chest, finally realizing that he might have actually done it.After holding back for so long, he finally signed the papers.I wonder, though: is it because I left him no other choice, or because he really is glad to see me go?I shake my head. It doesn’t matter anymore.If the papers in my hand are actually signed, nothing else matters.With a deep breath, I pull the file open, scanning the contents.The legal jargon is a blur, but the bold, unmistakable signature at the bottom is clear.Caden and I are officially done.The finality of it hits hard, but there’s a strange sense of relief mixed with the pain.Rosita’s hand on my shoulder pulls me back to reality. “You okay?”I nod, though my eyes are still fixed on the document. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… processing.”Sasha looks like she’s about to burst with smug satisfaction. “Now that that’s out of the way, I should get going. Caden and I have a fancy dinner planned to celebrate.
[Caden]“Caden, don’t be like this. I just want to spend some time with you. Isn’t that what your mom and dad want?”Sasha insists, her voice rising in that whining tone that makes me want to slam my head against the steering wheel.“Enough!” I cut her off. “I’m not in the mood to play nice right now."She stares at me, wide-eyed, as if I’ve just slapped her. But she does me a huge favor when she grabs her purse, flings the door open, and steps out onto the pavement.“I thought you’d be happy about this, now that she’s gone out of your life,” she says, trying to hold back tears. “Isn’t that what you always wanted? You treated her like shit so she would leave you. And now when she’s finally gone, you’re acting so weird—”I don’t wait for her to finish.I slam the door shut and peel out of there before she can say anything else.When I return home, I toss the car keys to the guard and head inside.The moment I’m in, I’m surrounded by mom and Avery.“How did it go?” Mom asks. “Did she dro
[Vivienne]It’s been a month since Caden signed the divorce papers, and today is the hearing for the final decree.To say I’m nervous is an understatement. Not because I’m unsure about the divorce anymore, but because it will be the first time in a month that I see Caden, and I don’t know how that’s going to go.“Stop biting your lips, for God’s sake!” Rosita groans, reminding me for the hundredth time during the ride from my new place to family court.“I know, I know. I just can’t help it. It’s like my body’s on autopilot or something.”She rolls her eyes. “Well, autopilot’s about to run you into a wall. You need to focus. Today is about closure, not reopening old wounds.”I nod, trying to convince myself of that. The closer we get to the courthouse, the more my stomach feels like it’s tied up in knots. I’ve done everything I could to move on—new place, new routine, new me. But facing Caden again is like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the wind to push me over.We finall
*One Month Later*[Vivienne]“These new designs are perfect!” Harvey exclaims, and I wince ever so slightly, hoping he would tone down the excitement a bit.I look around the conference room, trying to read the faces of my fellow designers who worked hard to come up with designs to match this year’s theme: the sparkling golden era.So far, none of their expressions betray the professional masks they wear in front of their boss, Harvey, but I know that might change once Harvey is gone and I’m left alone.If only I had known how competitive this jewelry design industry could be…“I love them,” Harvey finally says, looking up to meet my eyes. “You did it again, Ms. Sinclair. Congratulations.”The entire room explodes with applause.Harvey finally adjourns the meeting, and as soon as I reach my desk, the tension among us all bursts like a dam.“Guess the boss’s pet scored again, huh?” someone sneers from their desk behind me, not even trying to hide the venom in their voice.“Yeah, no kid
[Vivienne]“What the hell happened?”Before I can even process it, I’m on my knees, scrambling to pick up the sheets to see if there’s anything salvageable. But it’s clearly a lost cause. The ink has seeped into the sheets, completely swallowing up my designs.Kimberly, on the other hand, looks like she’s about to pass out from guilt. “I’m so, so, so sorry, Vivienne. I didn’t know the tech team left all their junk here. I just turned on the fan to dry my hair, and… oh, God. The ink got knocked over and… shit… I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”Make it up to me? How the hell is she going to make it up to me? The designs were supposed to reach the workshop by tomorrow morning, and I’ve been busting my ass on these for an entire week. This isn’t some office prank I can laugh off. This is serious shit, and I’m left standing here, completely screwed.“I don’t know, Kim. I don’t think anything is left to be fixed.” Tears well up in my eyes, but I hold them back, not wanting t
[Vivienne]At first, I don’t understand what Harvey meant by what he just said.But then, I decide to see what he’s trying to show me before saying anything more. I grab the laptop and press play.A video starts playing, and when I see what’s in it, my eyes widen as a mix of anger and confusion rushes through me.In the video, it’s clear as day: Kim walks into her cabin, tosses my designs on the floor, and then pours an entire bottle of ink over the papers, making sure every single page is soaked. And then, when she’s done, she tosses the bottle away and screams.“What the hell?” I mutter to myself, replaying the video and growing even more confused. I stand up straight, staring at the screen. “I don’t understand. Is she for real?”Harvey’s eyes soften. “I know you worked hard on those designs, Viv, and I feel terrible for not being able to provide you with a healthy environment where you can work and grow. This… I never expect this to happen, I swear.”“Hey,” I say as I walk around th
[Vivienne]I return to my desk, and after a few long minutes, I head to Kim’s cabin, knocking gently on the door.Kim looks up, a relieved grin spreading across her face. “Hey, Vivienne. What brings you here? Is Claire bullying you again?”I can’t believe how genuine she seems with her concern, as if she actually cares about me. Maybe that’s why I missed seeing her true colors. But now, I know what she’s capable of, and I’m not falling for this “I’m a good person” act.“No, just wanted to see how you’re doing. I was wondering if you need—”She doesn’t even let me finish. Kim jumps right out of her chair, grabs my arm, and drags me over to her desk. “I sure as hell do. I mean, fifty designs in one night? You know that’s impossible, right? I don’t know what’s gotten into Harvey. He’s never been this unreasonable.”Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before messing with his sister…I force a smile, nodding sympathetically as if I’m on her side.“Yeah, that does sound like a lot.
[Vivienne]I end up staying by Harvey’s side thorughout the night.Afraid that strange woman would show up again.I don’t know why she bothered me so much. She might have been a visitor ending up in the wrong room, something Molly suggested when I shared the incident with her. But something inside me doesn’t have faith in that reasoning.Something was weird about her. The way she ran off. In the hurry that she was in.Who was she? And what was she doing in Harvey’s room?“Vivienne?” A weak voice enters my ears, and I jerk up from my barely-there sleep, only to find Harvey gazing at me with his soft eyes.“Hey,” I lean forward, holding his hand as he tries to reach. “How are you feeling now? I should better call the doctor—”“Where is she?” he cuts me off, blinking lazily, as if still trying to force his brain to focus.He must be talking about the woman with him during the crash.“She’s fine now. In fact, I was about to check up on her once you woke up.”He sighs, closing his eyes and
[Vivienne]After spending a few hours sitting next to Harvey, who has been drifting in and out of consciousness due to the painkillers, I ask Mom and Dad to head home.They’re old and don’t have the same stamina they once did.“You should get some rest too, Vivi,” Mom says, holding my hands in hers. “You’re pregnant, and this is too much stress for you to handle right now. Think about the little life inside you. You need to be more cautious.”“I know, Mom,” I say, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. “And I’m fine. I’ve booked a room at a nearby hotel, so I’ll be staying there until I get a call from one of the nurses that Harvey is awake. They said he’ll probably sleep through the night, so there’s no point in staying.”She nods. “Good, good. Your dad and I will leave then. But let us know when you get to the hotel—we’ll worry otherwise.”“Sure, mom. Don’t worry about it.”Finally, mom and dad leave, and I sit with Harvey for a while.I look at him, and hold his hand. “You better be aw
[Unknown POV]“You didn’t have to come,” the man in the black jacket says, pulling a cigarette from his lips—not that he was smoking in the first place.Some men just love to pretend, I guess.“I need to be sure,” I tell him as I step out of the car, my gaze lifting to the hospital building. “You’re sure they’re here?”“Absolutely,” he says with confidence. “I was the one who called 911.”“You did?” I snap my head toward him, frowning at his audacity. I’m paying him to do the job, not to think. “And why the hell would you do that? I strictly asked for a crash, not a damn rescue.”“But you did say you didn’t want them to die.” He arches a brow, like he knows so much better than me.I roll my eyes. “Well, I couldn’t have cared less either way. I only said that so you wouldn’t screw it up. Killing someone brings a lot more heat than just getting them hurt. And in my personal opinion, men fall apart under pressure.”“Well, not me, clearly,” he shrugs, and I somehow resist the overwhelming
[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