ANMELDENI gently pried Vivian's hands off my pant leg and said calmly, "Vivian, we've been over for a long time."Vivian lunged at me again frantically, her nails almost digging into my pants. "No, we're not over! We were together for seven years. You can't be this cruel! I know you still love me. You're just mad at me. I'll change! I'll change everything!"I looked at her, my eyes cold and resolute. I spoke slowly, each word clear and deliberate, "I don't love you anymore. I stopped loving you three years ago. You used up every bit of sincerity and warmth I had. "Whatever we once had is long gone. I have my family, my wife, and my life now. You stopped having any part in it a long time ago."I looked at Savannah beside me, and my gaze softened instantly. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, the gesture natural and intimate. "This is my wife. I love her very much, and we're going to be happy together for the rest of our lives."Vivian watched the way I looked at Savannah. It was a tend
Savannah and I never had a dramatic confession or made any flowery promises. Instead, we gradually grew closer and fell for each other as we spent more and more time together.I started taking the initiative to go shopping with her, visit art exhibits, and walk along the beach. I remembered the desserts she liked and put real thought into getting the gift she had wanted for a long time when her birthday came around.She accompanied me to business events with grace and became my greatest source of support. When work hit a rough patch, she comforted me softly and gave me the strength to keep going.Falling in love after marriage turned out to be far warmer than I had expected.The way Savannah looked at me shifted from courtesy to a gaze full of tenderness and affection. I had fully left the past behind, and my thoughts were filled with her.I formally took over the Dawson family's core operations and became the youngest person in the family to hold such authority. My career was thr
Vivian went from the proud, powerful heiress of the Grayson family to someone with nothing left and nowhere to go.To hide from enemies hunting her down and creditors closing in, she had no choice but to conceal her identity and live in the most run-down rental in Ravenport. The place was dark, damp, and drafty on all sides.She could no longer wear custom gowns or expensive jewelry. Every day, she survived on the cheapest instant food and bread. She couldn't even get a sip of hot water.Once pampered and privileged, she now had to do her own laundry, cook for herself, and wear clothes others had discarded. Going hungry was routine. When she got sick or ran a fever, she had to tough it out alone. There was no one to look after her, and no one who cared.As a former socialite of Ravenport, she now walked the streets looking worse off than any scavenger. She was gaunt and unkempt, drawing stares and whispers wherever she went as a target of ridicule and scorn.Vivian tried to find a
The bodyguards immediately covered Jason's mouth and dragged him away as he cried, struggled, and wet himself in fear. That night, they took him to international waters far from Ravenport.The ocean's black surface churned as the wind howled around them. The moment they hurled Jason overboard with heavy iron weights bound to his body, his eyes widened in terror and despair.The seawater instantly swallowed his screams, leaving only a fleeting ripple before he vanished into the deep sea.After disposing of Jason, Vivian felt no satisfaction, only endless emptiness.She stayed in the empty house, replaying every kindness I had ever shown her. She remembered how I saved her on that stormy night, the ugly scar I got from shielding her in the car accident, and the happiness on my face when I wore the cheap watch she had given me.She finally understood what she had thrown away, but it was too late.While Vivian was drowning in regret, bad news for the Grayson family arrived one after
Jason began appearing at events as the Grayson family's future son-in-law. He bragged to his old friends that I was just someone Vivian had dumped, while he was her final choice.But he forgot that in Vivian's eyes, he had always been nothing more than a toy, a tool used to provoke and humiliate me.When I was around, he was a pawn she used to make me jealous. Now that I was gone, he wasn't even that anymore.Vivian spent her days consumed by the pain and panic of losing me. Her temper grew so volatile that the slightest thing set her off.Jason failed to read the situation. He assumed Vivian was upset over me leaving, so he mocked me in front of her in an attempt to win her favor."Viv, stop thinking about Noah," he said. "He's just a coward who left without a word. He's not worth your grief. I bet he couldn't handle the blow and went off to hide somewhere. There's nothing worth missing about a man like that."You've got me now. I'm more obedient than him and better at pleasing
I poured all my energy into work. I spent my days in the office and my nights going through documents until the early hours. I filled every moment with tasks, never letting myself think about Ravenport or Vivian again.…Meanwhile, my departure had turned Ravenport upside down.When Vivian woke up, no one was beside her. There was no warm water waiting for her, no gentle greeting, and no trace of the man who would always stay up for her no matter how late she came home.She frowned and called my name several times, but the only response was the echo of the empty room.She got up and stumbled out of the bedroom. I was nowhere to be found in the living room, and the suitcase I had packed the night before was gone. The only thing left were the shards of the pendant on the floor. Her chest tightened at the sight of them.A sense of dread she had never felt before swept through her. She pulled out her phone and called me, but all she got was the cold automated message saying my phone







