[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, arms folded across his chest. “Are you sure you want to deliver them yourself? I can send them through someone else and make sure they get to him.”
“No,” I shake my head because this is the one last thing I’ll do for him. “I can do it. Besides, I need to look him in the eye and tell him this is over. Only then will I be able to move on for real. I don’t want to hide behind you like some coward, Elijah. I want him to know that this is what I want, that I’m finally letting him go.”
The drive to Caden’s office isn’t a long one. When we reach his office complex, it only takes me ten minutes to get to the elevator and another five minutes to reach his floor.
I know he texted me last night that he would be leaving for Washington, but according to one of the posts on Instagram—who apparently knows my husband’s whereabouts better than I do—he returned a few hours ago, with his mistress by his side, obviously.
When the elevator doors swish open, the reception comes into view.
I walk straight to the woman who sits behind the desk and ask to see Caden.
The woman looks up from the screen of her computer and frowns, trying to recognize me.
But I know she can’t. Caden never made our marriage public, something I always thought was because of his parents. They never liked me, not even a bit, always trying to prove I was no good no match for their son. I tried so hard to change their mind, but couldn’t. They had made up their mind, I suppose. And they hated me even more when Caden refused to divorce me a few times when they suggested in the past.
“I’m sorry, but do you have an appointment?” The receptionist asks and I shake my head.
Well, I did inform Sasha of my arrival but I should know better than to think she would do me any favours in this lifetime.
“No—” I have barely said anything when she rolls her eyes and goes back to focus on her computer screen.
I grit my teeth. This woman clearly has no idea who I am.
I knock my fist against the marble desk and she glares at me, annoyance written all over her face.
I flash her a sweet smile, the kind that will surely leave her confused.
“Tell Caden Lawrence that his wife is here to see him.”
Her eyes widen, shock written all over her face. But then she recovers and scoffs out a laugh. “Nice try, but Mr Lawrence doesn’t have a wife. Now please, leave before I call security.”
I can’t believe my ears. This is what I get for being such a pushover all my life.
But I’m so done, so damn done with this life of humiliation that no matter how but I’ll put Caden in his place.
I’m about to lose my temper when a door opens to my right and a loud heels clacking sound fills the whole lobby.
I look that way and find Sasha walking towards me.
She looks shocked to see me here, but then the shocked expression changes into something ugly and vile.
“What are you doing here?” She hisses, her hands going to her waist.
I smile, not because I want to, but because I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to me with her attitude.
“I came to see Caden.”
“Well, he’s busy at the moment. So, leave before I call security.”
I almost laugh at her threat. “That’s it? Why stop there? Call my husband too. I’m sure he would love to hear you talk about security.”
She flinches at the mention of Caden as my husband and I smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, her face turning red. She looks over my shoulder and puts a fake smile on her disgusting face. “This woman is crazy. Please escort her out of the building.”
Before I can react, two tall and bulky men appear beside me and grab my arms. Sasha and the receptionist both look satisfied with my helpless state. I grit my teeth, trying to yank my arms away from these men’s hold, but it’s useless.
“Get off me!” I yell when one of the men starts dragging me towards the elevator.
But Sasha only smirks, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Don’t come back here again. Otherwise, you’ll get to taste my wrath. Do you understand?”
I glare at her but she’s not paying attention to me anymore.
The guard continues to drag me to the elevator.
I try to struggle again, but it’s pointless. These guards are bigger and stronger than me.
“What’s going on here?”
Everyone freezes.
I look towards the direction of the voice and find Caden standing at the end of the corridor.
He stands there, with his perpetual scowl, looking so handsome and pissed off that I can’t help but stare at him.
“Caden!” Sasha runs towards him and grabs his arm. “I tried to stop her. Look, she’s creating a scene…”
I roll my eyes. “Stop lying, Sasha. Everyone here watched how you tried to throw me out of the office.” Then, I turn my gaze to Caden, who’s still glaring at me. “And will you please tell your people who I am and ask them to let go of me?”
Caden glares behind me. “She’s my wife, you idiots. Let her go.”
“What? Mr Lawrence is married? Since when?” The guards murmur, looking all surprised, but not before muttering apologies for their behaviour and rushing away.
I rub my arms, facing the receptionist who looks like a fish out of water. Nervous. Embarrassed. Not sure what to do with herself. When her eyes meet mine, she comes skipping out of the desk. “I’m so sorry, madam. I hope you’ll forgive me. I was just trying to do my job.”
What she was doing was trying to humiliate me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she had done that to someone else as well. As much as I want to teach her a lesson, I ignore the feeling. She’s not my concern. I have come here with only one thing on my mind, and that’s the only thing that matters to me anymore.
Caden walks over to where I stand and stops right in front of me.
He looks angry, but I don’t care.
I stare back at him, not backing down.
“In my office. Now!”
[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
[Vivienne]Before I even knock on the study door to let Dad know that I have arrived, he already welcomes me with a wave of his hand. “Come on in. I was waiting for you,” he says, and I take a seat in the chair across from him. He turns his wheelchair around to face me, his hands on the table.“I will not take much of your time. I understand you must be tired. Besides, we might have to head for dinner soon, or your mom will be furious.” He chuckles, and I smile, remembering how strict my mom is when it comes to punctuality.I wait for him to continue, and when he does, I almost cringe.“I heard about what happened,” he says, “about your divorce.”My divorce.The words sting so much that I bite my lower lip to hide the pain.“Elijah says you’re sure about this. But as a father, I have to ask. Do you really want to divorce Caden Lawrence?”I nod, trying to sound as confident as possible. “Yes, Dad. You heard right. That’s exactly what I want.”He leans forward in his wheelchair. “I’m not
[Vivienne]When I reach the hospital, to which Caden texted me the address, I turn to Marcus.“It won’t take long. Will you be alright waiting here for a while?”He happily nods. “Of course, Ms. Richardson. Worry not. Just give me a call whenever you want me to bring the car.”“Thanks, Marcus.”I turn to the automatic doors and walk straight to the elevators. Caden had mentioned the floor and room number in the text, so I simply follow his instructions. I just hope everything is alright. I tried calling him on the way to ask for more details about the urgent matter, but he never picked up.Typical Caden, of course—always hellbent on ignoring me.The elevator doors open, and I head down the hallway.I come to a slow halt, however, when the sight that makes me absolutely sick comes into view. I don’t think there’s anything worse than seeing your husband in the arms of another woman.My heart breaks for the millionth time, while unshed tears burn my eyes.I wish I could look away, but I c
[Vivienne]I storm out of the hospital, gritting my teeth, when I hear someone calling my name.I turn around, only to find Sasha and Mrs Lawrence walking towards me.Now what else do these two women need? Aren’t they satisfied after insulting me in front of the entire hospital?Mrs Lawrence is the first to shake her head, looking just as disappointed in me as she always did. I wonder why all these years, I tried to win her approval, it’s clear as day that she never really liked me. Her attitude towards me was always brusque and unfair, and not once but on multiple occasions she tried to push Sasha towards Caden, hoping her son would finally see the obvious difference between the two of us and leave me for real.“I can’t believe you just created a scene like that,” her wrongly directed accusation almost makes me laugh. “What were you thinking? Oh, wait. You weren’t. You never do. All you know is to embarrass us and make a fool of us. How can someone be so shameless, Sasha? Have you eve
[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